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PARASITIC RELATIONSHIPS
Picking up my purse, I prepared to leave the strange flat. Looking around at my unfamiliar surroundings, I soon found something untraceable that I wanted. I grabbed the stones I saw inside a bowl on the side table, and then noticed last night's Fling’s wallet beside the bowl.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Fiction
What's the Poop
I'm sure everyone has seen The Help by now and remembers the iconic pie scene. (Which, by the way, the book was so much better, as always.) For those that haven't, you don't know what you're missing. Seriously, it's on the Roku Channel right now, go and watch it if you haven't. Then come back and read this.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Geeks
Here I Go Again
Hello, my fellow Vocalites. My name is Sharon Combs, but many of you know me as Mother Combs or MC. Some of you may have even read a story or poem of mine; perhaps several of my writings have been perused by a few. I come before you to confess to each of you that I now have a problem.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Writers
Sent Home for Scratching
The year was 1983, and I was in the third grade. My middle half-brother and I were living with our grandmother while our mother found a more stable place for us to live. During this time, we attended a school that was only four blocks from her home, and we'd walk there every day.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Confessions
Everyone Gets a Soapbox
The Bell Tolls for You! Oyez, oyez, oyez! Hear ye, hear ye! Undust your bell. Get your cause on. The soapbox is yours. In honor of International Town Criers Day (second Monday in July), and with a nod to the International Day of Friendship (30th July).
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Writers
The Cave in Younger's Holler. Top Story - July 2025.
I told them we shouldn’t have come, that it’d be a mistake, but they never listen to me. I’m the friend in the group often overlooked, always interrupted as if I weren’t there. Normally, I wouldn’t mind sitting quietly, soaking in the camaraderie of my group. Tonight, it was different. I wish they had listened to me.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Horror
