Ben flexed his right arm at the elbow, glad to finally have the cast gone. He was over the moon at being able to use both of his hands now. He was finally back to work, driving a truck at Ace. Even though he was temporarily off the rotation for long hauls, that was fine with Ben. He could do the local transports just fine, and it kept him home with Benji. Al...
Adrien, having chosen to stay with Theo, relaxed further as they sat with their drinks. "Could you go for a few nibbles? Cheese, grapes, crackers type thing or would you prefer more of a tapas selection?" "Tapas has its place when you're sat outside a café or bar in parts foreign watching the world go by but otherwise I'm definitely in the cheese camp."...
Three weeks later . . . Lily had been as good as her word, the press conference hadn't happened and suddenly the papers had been awash with stories about the 'minor' celebrity's out of control behaviour in clubs around the world and Theo had been left in peace to recover; well there were a couple of reporters from local papers still hanging around the hosp...
This is my first submission, please be gentle. :) I welcome constructive criticism and feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read my story: Jet Lagged. * I slowly open my eyes and look at the time. 1:14am. Of course. Because it was 6:14am in Casablanca. I would be up with the rising sun, possibly having coffee on the veranda right about now. Instead I...
***Alex's Point of View*** "Kiss me." Ben said. "No." "Kiss me!" Ben begged. "No!" I laughed. "Please kiss me?" He asked softly. "Aw, baby..." I leaned in. "When you say it like that... no." I teased him. "You are a big jerk." He said. "So you think I'm big?" I joked. He playfully punched my pec. "Kiss me, damn it." He laughed. His laugh is so ador...
Chase Denwitty had moved into his downtown apartment exactly one month before the world changed. He was a single, good-looking 25-year-old guy, working a promising new job at a digital marketing firm, after two grueling years working temp spots and building up a resume. He'd snagged a killer apartment with two male roommates in a three-story apartment righ...
I hope you've been enjoying these characters who've been keeping me company the last few months. I could have gone on much longer but decided this chapter, including some brief epilogues, would be the end of this story. If there's demand for more, I could be persuaded to post various stand-alone stories. I wake up on that Sunday morning, after having bot...
My neighbor across the street asked me to help him move some dirt to his backyard, which he had delivered and dumped in his driveway. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and, being the good neighbor, I walked across the street to tell him that I would give him a hand. My wife was going out of town to her cousin's house to spend the night and do some shopping. I...
This story is told from Brandon's perspective. I know the timeline seems really messy and incoherent. But I think that is the way our mind works, no? It is never linear, as much as we will it to. The nature of our emotions imply that much of it is irrational and fragmented. That said, I still thank everyone for their comments as I continue with this story of...
It was the third Sunday of the month, one of my favourite days. It was market day. I walked around the market, a field where dozens of stalls had been set up to sell goods of all kinds. There was a park at one end of the field where children laughed and played. People wandered around lazily with their families, many with dogs, talking and inspecting the ware...