There was always one rule in the morning, around ten o'clock when the sun was high in the sky. Shanna always liked her daughters to go outside in the back garden to tend the garden. The bushes, pot plants, and weeds all needed attention at least twice a w...
The end is nigh. "Haman Baboa Wan, Haman Baboa Wan!" Fire illuminates various robed figures within the darkness; its orange column possibly wavering to the strange chants of the members surrounding it. Although not all know what they're reciting, it is un...
My mother, Corey, had married a man she thought loved her despite her inability to conceive children. They adopted a newborn girl, Terry, and me, Carl, four years later. Three years ago, she found out he was having an affair and told him he had to choose...
Author's Note: The following is a true story, however, some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent! ;) It was the summer of my sixteenth birthday and my family and I had gone to my Aunt Ruthie and Uncle Bill's to see them. It had been abou...
My friends had no idea what it was like to live with someone who appeared to have dissociative identity disorder. Sure, they had seen Kai’s stone cold moments, but Sarah and Bonnie had never seen his manic episodes. They had no idea just how mentally unst...
When seventeen year old Layla Levy discovered that her brother was the biggest, baddest, psycho in the little town of Dark Grove, she could hardly believe that he was capable of hurting anyone. Kai had always been a difficult sibling to grow up with, but...
A couple of months after Clarisse and I became a couple, a Navy chaplain, along with Clarisse’s husband’s commanding officer, appeared on our doorstep to inform us that her husband had been killed in a training accident. With special ops everyone died in...
As it turned out, Clarisse had been a foster child herself, but I didn’t discover that until her former foster sister invited us out to their lakefront home for the fireworks on the lake. I had never met Clarisse’s sister and brother in-law before, but th...
I have three wives today—Clarisse was first, Julie was next, and then Carol Ann—well, they really aren’t my wives, but I treat them as if they are. They use to be my foster family, Clarisse was my foster mom before I turned eighteen and foster care stoppe...
Let me begin these memoirs by telling you that I was adopted when I was three years old by a young couple who couldn't have children of their own. My mom to be was infertile. Three years after adopting me, they adopted twin girls, Rachel and Renee, who we...
An ass like Marilyn Monroe, tits like Carmen Electra, a smile like Beyonce and legs like a model. That was Chantelle in one hit. That, was my sister. We were close and we had always got along well because we were the same age, but she wasn't actually rela...
