A VISION IN WHITE. In this new series I've returned to my old stamping grounds of Melbourne. Rowena is a singer for a Christian rock band and Linda is a driver for the spare parts division of a car dealership. Author's note: Warrandyte Baptist church doesn't exist but the suburb certainly does. Burnt Bridge is a small, oddly-named suburb near Ringwood and...
The April meeting passed without incident, as far as I was concerned. Then Margie emailed she was coming in June and I was looking forward to seeing her. So I didn't think much about the meeting in May. Again the adventure started with a phone call at work and this time the caller was a young woman named Terry. After introducing herself and explaining her...
Welcome back! This is the continuation of the slow-burn story The Trainer. If you haven't read the first part yet, you'll really want to do that first. You'll be a bit lost without it, I'm afraid. Thanks to everyone who has written to me about part one. I love hearing from you! Thanks also go out to my wife and to Broken Spokes for their comments on this sto...
CHAPTER 6 - ANGELA AND ABBY: THEIR UNION IS FINALLY JOINED. FIFTEEN MONTHS LATER: As the new year dawned, Abby and I were beginning to make the preparations for our wedding. We both decided that we would wait until Abby finished the semester in May. We decide to travel to Sullivan County, New York located in the beautiful Catskill Mountains for our weddin...
Authors note: it's been a while since I wrote for this category. I hope you enjoy the story. Please feel free to rate it and comment. It's your ratings and comments that keep me writing. ——————————————————— I first saw her in the airport. We were waiting for the same flight. I admit, I was checking her out. She was cute. She was probably college aged, 5'4...
Prudence tried not to look, truly she did, but there out of the corner of her eye she could see her dorm-mate Jessica - naked on the bed, reading a magazine. Prudence shifted in the bed and curled her arm around her book. Tried to concentrate on her homework, yet Jessica held a pen, a pen that was moving further and further down between her thighs. Prudence...
This is the second part to a two-part short story about a married woman who is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There will not be any more parts or chapters: sometimes a story just has to end where it ends. ***** I continued to observe the area for the next few days. I knew one thing: open garage doors were an open invitation to come...
THE RIPPLING WATERS Still grieving over the death of her sister, Louise has become best friends with her co-worker at the bank, Sigrid Fønsmark. She is well aware of Sigrid's sexual orientation and takes steps to prevent a friendship turning into something else. A late night encounter that nearly tips them over the edge merely strengthens her resolve to mai...
GameStop closed at eight, and by the time Miles closed the store down and locked up it was eight thirty. By eight forty, he had been home, changed his clothes, and picked me up at my apartment. He drove as fast as caution would allow--heedless of the speed limit, and the thankfully oblivious cop that had been sitting at the light on Doyle street. By eight fi...
Wouldn't the world be better if people went around without labels? That's one of the viewpoints I wish more people would embrace. My name is Emily Petit-Jean. I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I'm a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Business Administration. I hold an Associate's Degree in Nursi...