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It is exactly five years since Ian and Sonaa first met.To begin with they were students at university.Ian was studying catering while Sonaa was a philosophy major.They seemed an unlikely pair.Ian was from a very ordinary family that had little money in the bank.Ian had made it to university with the aid of manifold and various scholarships.Despite his humble background Ian had always been rather focussed about making it big in life.He was sure about having his own restaurant by thirty years of age.Well he was twenty eight years now and owned a hotshot boutique eatery downtown.Sonaa on the other hand came from a business family.Her father ran three car dealerships.All her life she had spoken about her prince charming who would conquer her heart and sweep her off her feet.Well,she tried very hard to find this person.It took her some time to realise that other than being average-looking she was haughty and downright rude at times.Not too many boys wanted to be seen with her.But then,there was Ian.Eligible,handsome and eminently promising.She let her ego go for a walk and proposed to him.He said yes but agreed to marry her only after living in for six years.Sonaa and Ian had been living as man and woman for five years now.

" Brain Farts " It was the custom, at our house, to sit quietly around the dinner table, after a leisurely supper, and talk of the events of the day. Subjects as wide ranging as the computer technology, of remote control Dentistry, and the difficulty of raising autistic children, would receive careful analysis and comment. My Father usually led the discussion, but it could often spread with the intensity of a wildfire. Sometimes, the conversation took on a life all its' own, as a barrage of ideas and comments were lobbed back and forth across the peach cobbler. New faces at the dinner table, in the person of friends and relatives, meant new perspectives and differing opinions. We welcomed them all, with the gusto of a pride of lions looking over a prospective kill. Nobody got away with generic statements or half formed opinions. If you were rash enough to open your mouth and offer comment, it was expected that you would explain and if necessary, defend your position. The give and take wasn't acrimonious, just spirited debate and honest curiosity.

He likes feeling rubber.

..............feeling both a sense of deep excitement and simultaneous trepidation as the names of my then peers, contemporaries and there respective places and achievements in this life, this world were detailed upon the screens. It was startling and surprising; names that I'd almost forgotten I'd not heard of or seen for so many years came up under the lists of schools, workplaces and universities. Babies had been born, marriages and divorces, things in essence so simplistic but so essential to fundamental humanity were all scribed

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Paperthin doll unless i'm with you Gust of wind and i'm flat, trampled on, Searching puddles for your breath to blow me full and pop me with your love monstrous, treasured tears.

Handle When in snapped like a neck I thought, 'fuck', I mean no one was in, and she was there. Turning round bright and bloody, she lay there, like my washing smelling of me - me sliding down her throat

Another story I had to write for english...

Short bit of fiction.