*Author's Note: I wanted to tell this chapter from both perspectives. I tried to make the POV change as painless as possible. Please let me know what you think.* Chapter 4: Relocated Bobby filled my thoughts as I put my clothes in my dresser. I had been with Bobby everyday over the past few months and it felt like a piece of me left when he rode back home...
Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates. This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. Week 5 Thursday "Everything seems to be coming along great. We're definitely in the homestretch now, and we still have the rest of today, and 2 more study perio...
Tank was already half way to Charlottesville on I-64 before he realized he was taking the long way to Tennessee—that going across state on 360 would have been better. But in the longer-than-necessary drive through Virginia, he also was beginning to learn that having a dog took effort. Bull started to whine along about the second turnoff into Charlottesville...
Ever since I saw my first Monday Night Football game when I was ten years old, I have been an obsessed football fan. And during football season, my Sunday afternoons are spent at the local sports bar – cheering and screaming with everyone else. This is certainly a typical Sunday afternoon for most heterosexual American men, and in many ways I am a typical g...
Chapter 17: Memory Lane Plotting a Course By: VaRiverWriter *I am truly sorry for the extended delay. Your comments are most appreciated. Please keep the feedback coming. Thanks so much! * ***** My legs were cramped, I was tired and beyond ready to get off of the charter bus. The first few of the almost eighteen hours went quickly. The students we...
I used to keep journals, when I was a kid, but I stopped for a while. I never really liked it, I guess. I'm pretty sure my mom was reading it anyway, so it wasn't really a good place for my deepest, darkest secrets. It was just something that some parenting book my mom read suggested I do after my dad ran out on us. Now seems like a good time to start again...
Author's Note - My boyfriend and I are driving the other day when he starts trolling me on my writing. He thinks it's funny that I chose to write about football players. The man doesn't realize what I'm dealing with, but whatever. So, he's selling me on a plot line - wealthy and sexy lawyer with a cold and distant father and a vampire who was turned during t...
Mathew: Football practise had been gruelling. Coach had kept us back in the foul, grizzly weather because he didn't think we were up to scratch for the big game next week. At this stage however if we weren't ready, we probably would never be and exhausting ourselves in the freezing, wet and muddy conditions would only create sick and discouraged team membe...
What had once been one of Trent Baker's favorite parts of the day had become something to loathe; hitting the showers after football practice. It wasn't that he'd suddenly lost his secret interest in all the hard bodies of his fellow teammates showering and changing all around him. In fact, it was the exact opposite. The desire had intensified. Trent had...
After the victory against Majestic Amateurs that sealed our passage through to the second round of the Cup competition there was no doubt the atmosphere in the changing room was one of intense confidence. We were on the up: the team was balanced, starting to click together, and there was a belief in our own abilities. Training on Monday and Wednesday was enj...