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| Story | Swing | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | The Last Unicorn | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Umbrella | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Run For Cover | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Sweet Potato | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Peachcake | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | November | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Out, Left | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Me.me.me. | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | SkinTight | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | The fat girl | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Remember | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Sleep | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Picky | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Nancy | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Moving in | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | The Joy Of Seeing You Again | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Trip | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Under the pillow | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Rooftop | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Once | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | The brave | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Under the moonlight | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Road | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Sally and me | gingeresque | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
My stories
The Grave
Repeat the words over and over again. Someone hands you a small booklet, the Arabic words printed in beautiful, woven calligraphy, letters dancing so gracefully, but you are not.
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Mohab- Beloved
There is something about the Egyptian woman; he can’t put his finger on it. Something about the tilt of her hips, the sparkle in her eyes when she laughs, the flirtatious hands.
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On Birthdays and Other Scary Things
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I hate my birthdays.
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For The Love Of Paris
As with most major events or mishaps in my life, I like to blame my mother for my love for Paris. Thanks to her and her iron fist of TV censorship...
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The Question of Courage
If you’re in a family where two out of three will climb on a chair and scream at the cockroach below, someone has to step down and kill it with a slipper. That someone is usually me.
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