The ox drawn cart had just pulled into the city in front of the 8th Street produce market. Immediately the slaves rushed to haul the crates of fruits and wheat from the cart's bed to deposit the contents into the market's bins. The merchant stood barking at passers by that fresh fruit and produce was available at reasonable prices. His bin filled to overflo...
Joanna reviewed the resume in her office as the law student waited nervously across from her. The prospective summer intern was 24 years old and sat upright with perfect posture. The girl had a genuine curiosity and eagerness which Joanna found refreshing. "Everything looks good here," Joanna said. "You have a good amount of work experience for someone you...
Once again, this story is complete fiction. Those of you looking forward to a repeat of part two will be disappointed. However, if you can be patient with me, I promise some really steamy scenes coming up in future installments. Enjoy. * April woke up slowly. As she pried her eyes open, she quickly shut them again, blinded by the morning light. Oh shit! Sh...
You don't remember if you even had a choice. You do remember hitting Main Street on the first weekend of Bike Week, out with the girls from work. You do remember drinking a shitload of Margaritas and arguing with Kerri Ann about the number of bikers in Daytona this year. You don't recall when she imposed herself in your group or when she began to take your s...
V. The morning stretched out hot and dusty and long, so long. So much longer, it seemed, than any other morning in Mary Weaver's life. It seemed as though she had been born, been a child, and grown up just so this morning could drag on and on and on. Myra couldn't find her book; Mina wept over a dampened sketchbook and had to be coaxed to breakfast; Elpset...
By Emma Yates-Fourier The snow crunched beneath the tires as the cars wove intricate patterns across the parking lot. "How bad is it here when the snow falls?" Ed had only been in Baltimore three months and this was the first appreciable snow fall, even though it was late in the season. "It depends on where you live or are driving to", Steve answered dryly,...
11:39 pm, 22nd October 2003, it's pouring down with rain, THUNDER can be heard, rain clattering against the windows, the wind howling through the trees in this ordinary looking neighbourhood in Poinciana Fl. This is one of the worst storms of the year. The street is dark and lifeless, cars are parked up the driveways, rain clattering against the metal, squir...
Author's Note: Thank you for the support on the last chapter! Again, this is my first time writing stories like these, so any and all constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated! To understand how Scout got in this position, be sure to read the previous chapter. Thank you again and I hope you enjoy! ========== Why? Why didn't she see it coming? Add...
Spilled a little cappuccino on my white skirt. The brown stain spreads like a sunspot, an areola. The waiter glances back at my discomfort with a contemptuous smirk. I smile back sharply, an unspoken fuck you. My nails tap impatiently at the green patio table. Don't know what I am waiting for. Fuck I just bought that skirt, dry clean only. I have a good...
The shop was lit with the warm glow of patent leather shoes. Stilettos the colour of fresh bruises, tip to heel with black knee-high boots and mossy court shoes. The rich scent of polish washed across my skin and I almost forgot, for a moment, that I needed to be back at the office by 1:15. Over by the counter, the sales assistant chatted to some fashion vi...