“Hockey players,” the tall blond began as she grabbed the bottom of her blue cotton t-shirt and flipped it over her head, “aren’t scared of shit!” Then she kicked off the rest of her clothes and jumped. Elena and half of the other incoming freshman screamed, running over to the precipice to look over the … Devamını oku
Sandra’s dad was home and drinking a beer in the kitchen when she walked in. He nearly choked on the beer before spewing it into the wall next to him upon seeing her practically naked. “Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?” The man was in his early forties. He stood … Devamını oku
And so it was settled. Despite Jenny’s misgivings, she and Sarah were going to remain lovers. Sarah was delighted that her pretty next-door neighbour was going to be what is crudely described as her fuck-buddy. She had no desire to leave her marriage, and she loved her husband as much as the day they got … Devamını oku
Authors note: Hello all! It’s been awhile and I didn’t think I’d be back. Writing is like second nature to me, but after the accident, I just couldn’t get it back. It’s been a hell of a journey for me, but this came to me in a dream, part of it anyway, and I sat … Devamını oku
They showered together, dressed together (eventually), made out some more. It was noon before they sat in the kitchen with fresh, hot mugs of tea and warm toast coated in honey. “So, what got into you?” Kate asked Siobhan. “We’ve got this new part time tutor running this workshop on acting technique,” Siobhan said taking … Devamını oku
Author’s Note Risk Versus Reward is a prequel to Girl Friday and focuses on the story of Karin, the ‘H.R. Lady’ who provided Charlotte’s rather unique interview experience when she was hired. You do not need to read Girl Friday to understand what’s going on in Risk Versus Reward. But if you enjoy this story, … Devamını oku
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author’s permission. ————- ———————– However humble, this story is dedicated to Colleen Thomas. Her recent passing served up some bittersweet … Devamını oku
“Late again,” Hansika cried, attempting to button her silk blouse as she sprinted full speed through the eastern annex. Students scattered to the sides of the hallway, fully willing to make room for the reckless girl as she raced passed them. Humility is usually the better option when compared to being tackled. Luckily not a … Devamını oku
My name is Dadelie Voltaire. I’m a tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I major in criminal justice at Buffalo State College, and someday, I’m going to be a police officer like my father Alan. I come from a long line of police officers. I guess you could … Devamını oku
The wedding marked a high point in our felicity. The new Sultan, Ahmed, occupied as he was with wars to the West, was content to leave me where I was. The local Amirs had nothing to gain from my departure, so for now, I was safe. In the north, what they called ‘the time of … Devamını oku