Opal O'Malley
Stories (2/0)
Was I Raped?
It was past my little brother's curfew. The street lights had been on for almost an hour; he knew to be home before they turned on. I was in charge. I was supposed to make sure that he was okay. I had called my parents—my stepfather, too. I was frantic. My stepfather had made it home first, then both of my biological parents. We organized a search throughout the neighborhood and any of his friends' houses that were close by. Being that I was seventeen and had my own vehicle, I desperately wanted to search with them. Instead, they told me to stay in case he arrived home. I was to call one of them immediately if he did.
By Opal O'Malley6 years ago in Viva
Condom Recycling
I have always had an "old soul." I've always had a need to protect the earth, and everything on it. As a child I was drawn to the concept of recycling, simply because it was the simplest way to help rid the earth of the ugliness that human beings has created.
By Opal O'Malley6 years ago in Humans