She was named by a revolutionary army leader. She wore revolution, it covered her body in images and sacred texts. Her blood carried imprisoned family members, intellectual writers, activists and academics with her wherever she roamed. Her language was full of songs, stories and history. She told me herself almost as warning, that she studied, wrote, drank,...
Melanie stood nervously in front of the door, trying to gather her courage and ring the doorbell. Her hands were sweaty and she hoped they wouldn't leave a mark as she smoothed down her skirt and straightened her jacket. She was so worried about making a good impression – after all, this was the first time Melanie had been invited to Diana's apartment, an in...
Sue was due home any time now, and Linda wondered how she would take the news of Okia as their live-in maid. Sue, she thought, had always been a very open, caring young woman, and she suspected that she would welcome the fact that Okia would be assuming the household chores. Linda sat in the living room thinking about what a wonderful girl her daughter was....
I was 19 when I got invited to my first college party. I went with a few girls from a sorority I wanted to join. I never pledged, just thinking about it. The party was in full swing when we arrived. Drinks were being passed around. Freshman through seniors dancing and/or making out everywhere. I tagged along like a lost puppy with the girls I came with for a...
Alice Grey was sat at the bar, her favourite concoction of rum and coke in her hand, a row of empty glasses in front if her. She gulped it down lazily, barely registering the taste, and caught a glimpse of a woman in black staring at her from across the room. She felt her cheeks redden with a rush of blood, and returned attention to her drink. She felt guil...
One morning whilst checking my inbox I was surprised to find an email from a researcher for a television production company they were making a 'non broadcast' pilot for a game show for some obscure satellite channel had seen my website and wondered if I could phone them to discuss further my possible involvement in the format. Although suspicious that I was...
I sat my desk, eyes glued to the computer screen. I was working late as usual in my law office downtown. I was proof reading a presentation, which I was working on, for a case the next week, trying to make sure that I had everything absolutely perfect. As I read the pages, I absently brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes. Many of the office partners wondered...
To all the readers of Your Little Secret. I thought that it would only be fitting if you were filled in on the building love story between the two main characters. This story introduces the two to each other and builds on the attraction. If you enjoyed Your Little Secret I hope the you enjoy this one. Thank You, Mistang. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I will never forget...
"Would you like me to brush your hair, miss?" "Yes please, Lizzie." I looked over my reflection's shoulder in the glass of the faded lime green dressing table, as my maid, my companion, my confidant tended to my bedroom's small fire. I was clad only in a loose silk floral print robe and a matching pair of French knickers, the teal fabric pouring over my fir...
To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne I dove under the pool of water as you came towards...