This story is the sole property of the author and is not be used without express written permission. "Thanks for coming early with me, sweetie," I said. We were standing on the balcony overlooking the enormous atrium of the National Art Museum. Stephen smiled. "You know why I did," he said as he watched the male servers in their tight black uniforms bel...
Look, this isn't easy for me to say so I'm just going to say it. My name is Tina Jane Connell, T.J. to my friends, and I'm a biracial woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to a Jamaican mother and Irish-Canadian father. Expressing myself through writing is one of my hobbies. A lot of things have been happeni...
I'm hearing words I never wanted to hear again, ever, in my life. Biopsy. Malignant. Cancer. I can't for the life of me remember leaving the doctor's office, but I'm sitting in my car, key in the ignition, door open, one foot on the concrete, and I can't breathe. The wound on my breast is throbbing, as if it knows that what was hidden beneath the flesh h...
Murphy's hands trembled as she saw the big brown envelope in the mail. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of, right there in her hands. They began to shake in anticipation, and she was so unaware of the goings-on that Ethan came up behind her and took the envelope. "Hey, what's this?" he asked in a teasing tone. Snapping back to reality, Murphy swiped it...
Note that the following events took place in the mid to late 1980s, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** "Home," said Bonnie in a wondering tone. "I'm home. Oh, Virginia, I love you!" she said louder as tears streamed down her face....
It was a little after 2 in the morning, on a sultry Louisiana night when the big black Kenworth pulled up in front of the tiny, hole in the wall truck stop. The truck idled with a soft rumble as the driver wearily opened the door and climbed out. She was tired from the long miles and wanted nothing more than a hot shower and some coffee, maybe something to...
This is my first attempt at writing a story so i'm testing the water really. Feedback welcomed. Starts slowly, goes on a bit. Apparently I can't write and listen to music at the same time but I was obsessed with I Walk a Little Faster as performed by Blossom Dearie throughout the time I was writing this, hence the title. ***** Prologue - A Dividing Line...
The miles slipped away under the wheels of the black truck. It had been almost 2 months since she had been through this part of the state. The road she was on led to the tiny truck stop and the pretty red head that she hadn't been able to forget. That wasn't like her, she never thought about the girls she bedded when she stopped for the night in a truck stop...
The butch trucker looked at Gina with almost a lost expression as she awaited an answer. She needed Gina with her, the night they had spent together had proven that to her. Donna waited, hoping for the red headed waitress to say yes. The red headed waitress stood there, mouth agape, a look of total shock on her face. "I can't. Can I? What would they do here...
"Mmm, this is a REALLY good pizza," Virginia said, brushing back her long brown hair with the back of a sauce-speckled hand. I giggled. "It's a store brand, Virginia. How good could it be?" Virginia was my pregnant lover, and I'm Linda - I'm a blonde dyke, and I drive trucks for a living. We were starved after making love for the first time. She thought a...