Marblecliff New Year 2013
\*telephone dialogue\* [10:30 am - name: text messages] copyrighted/owned by others marblecliff chronicles new year special author's note happy new year!
The First Penitatas - Year's End
The punishment we get is based on how we behaved this year. since everyone got sentenced this year it's not likely to go well for us."
Ten Years
"i still can't believe that we've been coming to this spot, every year on the same weekend, for ten years now," alvie pulled out the tent poles and chuckled. "been the only regular thing in my life since high school."
The Early Years
During those years the twins and i were given numbers in place of our names, mine being one and the twins shared the name two.
Halloween Special: And This Year Too
This was... better than any daydream my eight year old mind could have come up with when it came to mermaids or any half fantasized masturbation session i'd played with in my twelve year old head or even the last year when i was sixteen and courtney
Reaching for the Stars - Chapter 35: New Year Cold
Nothing was colder than the new year cold away from home.
Freshmen Year: Just Friends
This year was her last, being a senior. she would spend her final year being cheer captain the little devil squad. cheerleading was boring at times.
Junior Year: A Dinner and A Date
"a few years." "brent's never really talked about you before." dad pointed out. "we just kinda started to get to know each other this year." she explained. "ah... can i get you anything?" "no, i'm fine." haley smiled and then sophie came up.
Freshman Year: Keeping Secrets
He walked towards the door leading to the classroom and held it open, "no, but i'm only a year ahead of you. guessing you're heading for photography? i'm in it as well. shall we?"
Ocean Years
"but in ocean years, you're all basically still babies. really, kidhood doesn't start till you're like sixty. and adulthood at like two-hundred years old." "i get it..." jimmy muttered. "we're all between twenty and thirty years old...
Everyone Does It: Junior Year
The next morning, sixteen year-old joseph rifkin was in the shower dutifully scrubbing any remnants of last night's wet dream from his dark brown fur.
The Gift of Giving
I want this to be my new year's gift to you. please." tomas stared down at me with so much hope in his eyes. i hadn't expected that kind of offer in the slightest. not in a million years.