We failed, the universe tested us and we failed, what remains have scattered to the winds, some building small communities, some unable to place there trust in anyone or anything and so they travel alone. I am the story teller, I have watched and I have listened, if you’d like I could offer you this ability as well, it’s not for the faint of heart. So much s...
Karen was frustrated tonight; she had been unable to help the girl with her pain, such a pretty thing, now suffering from the beating administered by her boyfriend. She would recover physically but the mental scares would remain. She had to get away and into the loving arms of her sole mate. God how she hated men for their cruelty. When she entered her apar...
"SHIT!" I awoke to hear the pained cry, accompanied by a loud *CLANG!* 'Claire must be cooking,' I thought, groggily. I rose off the bed, careful not to stir it too much in case the movement woke up Claire's boyfriend, James. Deciding not to bother with getting dressed, I wandered into the bathroom, rinsed my mouth out at the sink, and strolled into the kit...
Ryan tipped the cabbie and entered her building in the Mission. She trudged up the steps to her second floor apartment, rubbing her eyes. Goosebumps could still be seen on her arms, damp and chilled from the rain. The Victorian was quiet and Ryan tried to respect the time by unlocking her door without disturbing the silence. She closed the door carefully beh...
Author's Note: I could not write a story set in my country, New Zealand, without using words from the Maori language, especially as one of my main characters is Maori. I have included a glossary of the words used is at the end of Chapter 3 for those readers who are interested. And no, 'bach' is not a mistake. It is a word New Zealanders use for a holiday hom...
Reo Tanaka was gone. His apartment, where the eighteen-year old boy would eat in, sleep in, live in, had no one inside it. No one came to his apartment to visit him. It was as if no one would care if Reo died. The day was Friday. On a different Friday, in the past, ten Chinese gangsters had participated in kidnapping two teenagers. One of those teenage...
I had been writing stories about experiences I thought were worth telling, but since apparently readers are interested about relationship sex too, here's a recounting of the time when my ex and I slept together for the first time. This was a while ago, before I chopped off all my hair. I decided to cut my hair because 1. Because it's a lot easier to take c...
Sometimes it can be tough to find the time. * Author's Note: If you're expecting a serious story, this ain't it. I'm taking a break from goofy fairy tales and instead focusing my love of parodies onto the genre of post-apocalyptic sci-fi. There's an evil warlord, a damsel in distress, and a sword-wielding hero on a motorcycle. This story is also loosely...
"Wise up" my best friend Julie told me. "You're boyfriend is a cheat and liar." I didn't want to believe her, but Julie had a real knack for figuring people out. She is about six years older than me, has been happily married for five years but had gone through a whole series of guys that looked good on the surface but were really jerks, and has developed rea...
This is the 2nd part of A Vow Unsaid. You may enjoy it more if you read the original work first. Thank you for the feedback, it is greatly appreciated. * I stood at the altar of Holy Cross Cathedral, slowly suffocating. The church was filled with candles and despite the snow falling outside, I felt as if I were melting. I wore my mother's wedding dress an...