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Jessica Messinger


Trump's 300
Humorous short on Trump and the Spartans by Jess

They Won't Shut Up by Dizghuye Ovadhere (and Jessica Messinger)
Sci-fi short story on taking over the world by Dizzy (with commentary by Jess)

New Pen
Imaginative stream-of-consciousness prose poetry by Jess

Jessica
Urban love story by Jessica

Attention Alternative
Fictional dialogue on ADHD by Jessica

Scream Silently
Short prose poetry by Jessica

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Main Menu >> Fiction Home >> Authors >> Jessica Messinger >> Jessica Jessica by Jessica Messinger And there she was at the top of the stairs; a bad brunette with streaks of blonde. She had her jeans spill low so I could see her thong. I turned back to check on Blyde, then she was gone. One moment's beauty, just like the song. (I was just passing by the doorway to see if my friend was down there. I wanna say I didn't even notice Kay, but truth is he was kinda cute at first, so yeah, I noticed him.) I later learned her name was Jessica. She was a foot shorter than me, her hair a full natural waterfall just passed her shoulders, and then her skin. Her cappuccino tint glistened with radiance of her soft, youthful texture that only required eyesight to appreciate how pleasant it would be touching her skin as we would hold hands. (I don't know why Kay's all touchy-feely sometimes. He's not always like that, though. There's...
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