This is my entry for the "In a Sunburned Country" writers' challenge. This is the first time I have entered one of the contests, so I can only hope not to make a royal mess of it. The most Aussie thing I know is cricket, so it is the focal point of the story. For those not familiar with the sport (basically everyone not from a handful of former British colon...
It was a dark and cold night. Tom could hear the late night noises of central New York City in the distance. There was a smell of dust and abandonment in the old deserted factory. The windows were all cracked or broken. Pieces of glass lay shattered on the dusty floor. The walls were dirty and stained and the paint was peeling off like old skin off a snake....
This story deals with themes of coercion and reluctant participation is a lesbian setting. If you think that you might find such material offensive please try another story. Chapter 1 I had done tours of duty in both Afghanistan and Iraq but neither had scared me as much as this. It was not too late. I could still walk away and no one would think any the w...
Hey, everybody! I know you are familiar with the Girls of Manchester. I promised a rewrite of Chapter 1, but have instead decided to try to revamp the entire series. The story seems to be stagnating and I really need to put a new perspective on things. Hopefully the flow will be a lot better this time around without as many big, blocky paragraphs with no end...
Sadie's Travels One of my oldest memories is of fire...the hot, acrid smell of smoke...a crowd gathered, yelling...my mother screaming...and two loud, heavy, life-altering pops. A shotgun I think. I was later told the fire I remembered was a huge cross burning on our lawn. It wasn't a large lawn, just a small patch really, but my father was pretty proud of...
//Author's note: This story is pretty long, and there might be a penis in there somewhere. Don't worry, though. It's 99% lesbian.// "I know you." There weren't many times where so few words were so difficult for Mary to interpret. Usually it was the longer sentences she struggled with. Even a little bit of ambiguity could create a lengthy list of possible...
If any of this going to make sense, and I want it to, then I need to give you some background. Think of it as a prologue if you like, I promise to keep it short. I was born at the tail end of the 1980's, the only child of parents who were as astonished by my arrival as I was myself. They called me Elizabeth on my birth certificate, but I was never anything...
(Author's note: This is intended for lesbians who have difficulties arising from severe church indoctrination that has affected their ability to accept their lesbianism. In Iowa, their Supreme Court opened up same sex equality. Fundamentalists launched a campaign to remove those justices who voted in favor of this, and succeeded. At the present time, an avow...
CHAPTER 1 - IT'S MY JOB Soul crushing. That's what this was. Emily finally figured out the right word for it. That's what her job was. Soul crushing. She worked in the drab and bland cubicle number thirty-six on the boring floor twenty two of the blank glass office building. In fact the only thing exciting about her job was that she got to ride on an elevat...
****** This started as a chapter to take care of some loose ends - which generated a few more by the time that it was done. Ah well. Max gets a little more comfortable around other people and strangers every day. She just doesn't expect to get as close as she does to one of them. I reveal a little more about someone from a past chapter, a different side t...