Author's Note: Many thanks to carolin_ for volunteering to edit, for the quick feedback, and also for the encouragement. Should anyone get to the end and contemplate commenting, you should know that comments make my life. * "Fi! Hold the door!" A screech cuts through the rush hour bustle, and I wince in recognition. Clutching my bag closer, I sink into m...
Author's note: This is the seventh part of a very long story. My sincere thanks and heartfelt gratitude to all who have voted, emailed and commented on my story. Your support makes writing worth it. To all who are wondering, there are two more parts after this one. So relax, the story isn't over yet. I hope 'Finding Love' will continue be enjoyed. Comme...
This is my entry into the Valentine's Day story contest. It is a tale that takes place in the high fashion industry, and how love sometimes finds people in places and ways they never expected. * Sally Hemmings sat looking at the Valentine card that had been left on her desk before she arrived at work that morning. It was very beautiful and ornate, and smel...
Chapter One: Three Days to Go: Wednesday morning, the last week of term before the Christmas holidays, it was almost here, the moment all teachers live for...freedom...two child free weeks to eat, be sociable...and most importantly, to drink. I'd never been as ready for a break in my life! I wasn't overly excited about the holiday itself, I was just in...
This is the conclusion of Sandra's story. This work is the sequel of Whom You Least Expect Ch.3.and should be read in order (Chapter 1,2 & 3 first) or it won't make much sense (Chapter 3 is a must to understand what's going on). Thanks to mikseventeen for editing my work. Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Whom You Least Ex...
This story is the result of a long and enjoyable collaboration between myself and Candy_Labra. We've had fun writing it together and we both hope that you get as much fun from reading it. ***** Brianna I have the greatest job in the world and the perfect bosses! I'm a junior associate of one of the up and coming attorneys at Atkins, Smith and Jenkins i...
I hadn't set out to do it. I had never thought about it or planned such a thing. It just wasn't me, it was not my thing, well it had never been until then. Something must have changed, but was it with me, was it circumstances or what? * I was Acting Head Copy Chief in a big ad agency. Acting, because I was not a full time employee, but a freelancer, as the...
I'm often asked if I moved to Brisbane because of small town homophobia. A lot of people remember the nineties and the devastating suicide rates amongst gay and lesbian teenagers in country towns, and assume that if you're not in a metropolitan city, life as a queer person is shit. Thankfully, I was spared the fate of cruel parents and largely spared the tr...
Chapter One It was the first sixth form disco of 1997 and Angie had spent the last half hour in the ladies' toilets. Not that she was some sort of perv . . . Well, not that she classed herself as some sort of perv. No, if she classed herself as anything, "perv" would be last on the list; even if some of her so-called schoolmates did judge books by their co...
Hi Litsters, This is a set of disconnected vignettes about the women in Heather Franklin's life. I have written them as a separate series to distinguish them from her stories which are more closely bound to her job as a lawyer. Your votes, comments and private feedback mean the world to me, so please do not forget to leave them. Hat-tip to House MD. As...