*** Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone who read my first story and especially those who left so much encouraging and positive feedback -- I was really overwhelmed with the sheer volume and magnitude of positivity I received. Thank you all so much! Incidentally, by way of responding to the most common question I received about my first story: No...
Vivian Thorn pulled her hand back from her work and checked her pressure gauge. It read eight hundred pounds and she nodded to herself. She returned to gently brushing sediment away from the delicate vase, half buried in the ocean floor. Underwater archeology was her passion, but she was so single minded that once she began, she would often forget to check t...
Halloween, Samhain, All Hallow's eve. Here's my paranormal romance for the season. HUGE thanks to E for being my sounding board, even through my annoying plot issues. Comments/votes/feedback are all super appreciated. Thanks for reading!! Early October It started with a card game. Okay, not any card game. My best friend's sister had recently opened a mind...
This is my submission for the Valentine's Day 2019 contest. A great big thank you to Selene for her encouragement and for offering to beta-read this story for me, as well as for having been so kind and thoughtful in her correspondence about my earlier work. To each and every reader who has reached out to me or may do so in the future, I am deeply grateful....
I sat on the hotel restaurant terrace enjoying the superb view of the lagoon, letting the warm tropical breeze wash over me, and listening to the far off rumble of the waves on the outer lagoon. Twelve hours before I had left Los Angeles and now I was in paradise - a small Polynesian island off the beaten track. Marianne, a beautiful Polynesian and I were t...
All the things I've done. They never truly cease to amaze me. My name is Marguerite Fils-Aime. A young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Sanctus Magnus University, a private Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. These days, I'm simply having the time of my life. The life of a Black lesbian...
"Could you at least smile and pretend that you're having a good time?" Arlene Taylor leaned over and whispered to her companion across the table. "It's only our first night here and people are already beginning to stare." The slightly morose expression on her friend's face faded to be replaced by the sought after smile. In the same quiet voice she answered...
Somehow, I drag my limp, feverish body off of the couch and upstairs to my room. I fall on my bed, lifeless. How long I lie there, I have no idea. I am snapped back to animation by a knock on my door. "Hello?" "Come in," I say weakly. I raise my head up off of my cool, smooth quilt as my mother walks into the room. Cautiously, my mother walks over to my...
Eve stood at the bar in the dark night club to order her drink. "Long Island Ice Tea," she shouted over the rhythmic thumps of the music. She turned around as she sipped on her drink and bobbed her head to the sounds. She was thinking about leaving soon. She had been there all of two hours and not one guy so much as looked twice at her. And I look fantastic...
Hey this is my first story and I would love some feedback. Hope it is enjoyable. DESARI I'm not sure what to do at this point I was just so sure that kiss a few weeks ago would have worked but I underestimated her will. Now I know she's Leslie's girlfriend but I'm very sure my sister didn't deserve her. Yes I'm only nineteen but I'll be twenty really soon...