Story with Tag: prostitute

Mrs. Adlestone

Editor’s Choice: His laughs still haunt me. I couldn’t sleep in my cell that night, nor any of the nights I spent in that cell for the next eight years. The thought of Edna consumed me, like a fire I kept stoking to reach furious heights. (Reads: 1,256)


Been living on the streets for 8 years now, and all I’ve ever known is cold. I find it difficult to get a good job, and because I don’t have a good job or any job at all, I literally don’t eat at all. (Reads: unavailable)