Jasmine McClain
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Stories (2/0)
In The Pond
I remember when I was eight years old, something happened that I never told anyone about. I don’t know why but I have decided at 45 that I finally wanted to tell someone about it. The experience has, well, haunted me to this day. Although haunted is the wrong word. Maybe I should say, encompassed. Yes, that’s the word. It has encompassed my mind for the last 37 years.
By Jasmine McClain3 years ago in Fiction
I called her...
I hadn't seen her in a few weeks. I didn't think to contact her after our last encounter, but now I was a little lost without her presence. I knew she wouldn't want to hear from me after I hadn't contacted her for almost three weeks, but I was hoping that she wouldn't be too upset with me. I just needed her now. I knew that I was wrong for doing that to her. She is really very sweet, too sweet for me. But, like I said before, I needed her now.
By Jasmine McClain4 years ago in Filthy