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"See?" Mark Gaines was beyond excited as he glided past the bench at practice. His coach, fellow teammates, and one very concerned trainer looked on with unreadable expressions. Mark scowled as he turned, his skates slicing through the ice and sending a shower of snow in the opposite direction...
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This is usually the spot where I mention who the story is dedicated to, or who requested the story featuring whichever player and team. However, this time, this story is all for me. He's my favorite player on my favorite team and that's all there is to it. ;) One funny point to share first... I...
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Hello all, Here's my latest and possibly the last one for a while. You can check out my profile for more info on the reason why, if you care enough. :) This story isn't for anyone specifically - except maybe sprezzatura, since she seems to now be obsessed with this player. Don't lie, you...
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Even though she knew she should be focused on packing and organizing, Meg couldn't help herself. She turned the TV to the NHL channel and let out a contented sigh when she saw that a replay of a New Jersey Devils game was on. After settling on the couch with a mug of tea, she turned the volume...
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Even though it didn't come as a complete shock, Max Tournet still found it hard to take when the GM of his team announced that he was being traded. It wasn't that he was a terrible player or no longer contributing. It had more to do with the dollars and cents and they just couldn't afford to...
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This is a very short story inspired by a Keith Urban song. It's not an "Ice" story but I hope you like it anyway. ******** He was the first one to wake up on Sunday morning. I felt the bed move and bounce as he got up but didn't wake up enough to really register it. I stayed in that lovely fog...
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I thought I was doing all right being alone I swore I'd never let somebody get close again I was never gonna let my guard down, not for anyone But there's a light in your eyes and it's got me moving in And tonight these walls are all coming down And my heart is open I'm letting you in...
PhDMod1
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You probably already guessed, but I'll tell you now anyway. These have all been for you, you know. You're my biggest fan, my most loving supporter, and my inspiration in so many ways. Thank you for being you, for making this so easy, and for being my 'Christian'. Always and forever, M. I wanna...
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Here's something brand new, in a brand new city, with a brand new team. The main guy isn't based on anyone in particular, but you may recognize some of his teammates. (Note: I started this story before trade deadline earlier this year, and alas, a couple have been traded, but for the purposes of...
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No. He wasn't going to storm upstairs and shout at the person making all the noise in the apartment over his. He wasn't going to lose his temper after only a week at his new place. He was going to do some Zen breathing and forget about the noise— BANG! Oh, hell no. Alexei Novikov twisted away...
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Authors note: As very special favor for some very special friends, I've been asked to resubmit a couple of my older stories once listed under Thesandman. It is not my intention to submit all or many of my older works, but for those who have truly supported and appreciated my writing over the...
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Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He'd been teased unmercifully because of it. "P.P." followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He'd fought back of course...
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Mark and Diane were the perfect couple. All their friends thought so, as did each of their families. They had met their first year of high school, quickly becoming an item, inseparable, attending every dance, every function together. Diane was tall, statuesque with near coal black hair that...
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My best friend Jerry had been trying to set me up with someone ever since my divorce nearly a year ago. At first, I'd agreed to meet at least for coffee with one or two of the women he'd introduced me to. But so recently after my separation from Cheryl my wife of nearly eleven years, the idea of...
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My best friend Nick had gotten me a job with him working at a local, Mom and Pop Grocery store. It was small, but then again, so was the town. One of those places with a population that hadn't as yet reached a thousand, though there was hope of that happening sometime during the year. I had...
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It was the sound of her contented sigh that woke me. Sleepily, I opened my eyes to the first faint rays of the morning sunlight attempting to peek through the still drawn curtains. There was just enough light filtering through the top of the window where the curtains failed to cloak the room...
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Authors note: This was an interesting, and challenging piece for me to do. Most of my works are usually pure fiction with perhaps a sprinkling of fact based on similar experiences, or people I've known thrown in. As many of us here at Lit sometimes find, we get emails or feedback from people...
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I was fourteen when my mother and father divorced. Being an only child for most of my life had been something I'd come to appreciate. Seeing my friends and how they so often fought with their sisters or brothers gave me an even greater respect and thankfulness that I didn't have to go through...
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The day was dark enough without the addition of the snowfall pelting the ground, blanketing the casket that now held my dear wife of some thirty-five years. I didn't feel the cold however, I was already numb emotionally as I stood there. Standing by my side were my two daughters, Rachel and...
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Hello Friends. This is Kannan with another story. I'm 33 years old. I'm here to share with you my real-life sexual experience with Sankari. She works as a salesgirl in a fancy shop near my house. Sankari is 25 years old. She has a wheatish complexion, a 34B bust, and a regular body type. She...