(This is my first work online so I am really excited to share it. This story may confuse you from reality and fantasy, but stick with it!) My name is Ralph Sycamore, I am 22, and I still have an imaginary friend. Well, he isn't really a "friend" so to speak. He is more like an imaginary boyfriend. I know its sad, but I've always been shy, so I haven't real...
It was late. Correction. It was really late. Like going on 3am late. And I was still in the Fine Arts building. There are many perks to being a music major, but late night practice sessions are one of the biggest downsides. It was nearing the end of the semester, which meant juries were soon. Juries are playing exams where each student plays for all the...
I pulled up in our driveway after a long week of college. It was my sophomore year in college and classes were a bitch now that the intro classes were out of the way. I always look forward to going home on the weekends, but this one was particularly special. I walked in the door and saw my little brother eating a bowl of ice cream. He had his back to me so...
Dedication and Thank you: To my dear friend Gipsy Keket, thank you for the wonderful names you came up with and for your always being there for me, and; being a creative inspiration to me always. You are a great friend and inspiration. I love ya girl! It was a Sunday morning and it had begun to rain when I heard these words: "You," he said, "are a terribly...
Soltan looks out over the city, he likes this viewpoint, it's high up in the tower and affords a panoramic view of most of Hobleton. He looks down on the people milling around below him, it's gala day and people are celebrating in the square just in front of the fort. Musicians play and people dance in colourful costumes, stalls are erected around the edges...
Avery "You saw her again?" Aidan's soft voice cut through the silence like a knife, startling me. I poked at the food on my plate, moving it around with my fork, but didn't say anything. I could almost feel Aidan's eyes on me as I ignored him. Faintly, I heard him sigh and felt a pang of guilt. "Yeah, I did." I was my turn to sigh. I lifted my eyes to me...
This is my first time uploading a story in this format so hopefully it isn't screwed up. If it is, I apologize. ------------------------------------------- The next morning, Jackson woke to the warmth and familiarity of his own mattress. He sighed and leaned further into his pillow, pulling the blankets up around his bare shoulders. "Jackson," Jane said...
Reader alert: this is not an erotic story I am conflicted about publishing this story. I do not mean, in any way, to trivialize the horrors a man like Julius would have dealt with. The idea came to me when I was half asleep, on a plane coming home from a meeting. I tried several times to tell it from Tom's point of view but I couldn't make it work. I am a...
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 15 — I won't say it's the absolute worst morning of my life, only because it sounds a little dramatic, and I tend to get pretty tired of superlatives after a while. But it's certainly up there. I hardly sleep the rest of the night. I don't think Thomas does either. I've never spent a night with him where he di...
Snow frantically ran through the woods. He couldn't run as fast as he usually could, given that he was now in the body of a man close to 40. He still had trouble believing that his life had been stolen and his mother was murdered by the man that she had invited into her heart and bed. Snow pushed the thoughts away. He had to concentrate on getting far away f...