Helen Davison walked into the main concourse of the airport and headed purposefully for the check-in area. She was quite an attractive woman with deep hazel eyes, rounded cheek-bones, a button nose and full lips. She wore her long, blonde hair loose and it hung below her shoulders. She wore a well tailored, black trouser suit, a dark purple blouse and on he...
I love travel, but hate airports, something to do with the crowds I think. Nevertheless, I decided to be patient despite the interminable comings and goings of gape-mouthed, gormless passengers and their loved ones. That's another minus point for airports; no one seems to know where they're going, I hate indecision. The bovine mass irked me, and my present d...
Wanda-Rose Catron-Mettert was the happiest she had ever been in her life. She had matched up her mother and sister the month before, and while they were with their new lovers, Wanda-Rose was flying to Arkansas for spend the first week of April, Boise State's Spring Break, with her wife, Donna Mettert. As she flew, she reviewed in her mind the events of the p...
In the fall, Janet Jaymes ended her 10-year relationship with Perry. She had come to realize that she didn't love him. She didn't even really like him, when push came to shove. It wasn't Perry's fault either. He was a nice guy, honest, hard-working, reliable and steadfast. He just had no zing and there was no spontaneity to their relationship. Janet just wan...
With only twenty minutes left to her shift, Isabelle Alvarez turned an experienced eye to the number of people standing on her checkout line and how many items each had in their shopping cart. The thirty-two-year- old had worked at the Stop 'N' Save long enough to be able to judge how long it would take to handle each customer and decided that the young moth...
Parking, or How to Spend a Friday Night in a Small Town One of life's more frustrating paradoxes deal with the issue of personal space. The more you need it, the less likely you are to have it. Take me for example. Here I am home for the summer from college staying with my parents, living in the same room as when I was in High School. Not exactly the enviro...
My first story in CHYOA, “Holly’s Life Changes Forever” does not appear to be attracting any responses, although there have been quite a few kind enough to say they like it. Perhaps it is me being impatient or maybe my subject matter does not appeal. Whatever, I love to write and I write to live so I am going to plunge into a second story and hope some of th...
I think I first realised how painfully and hopelessly I had fallen in love with her when we were both 14. At the time, we both thought we could rule the world, and actually had very similar opinions about things. I loved it when she used to tell me how we were the same and we should do things together, be a part of things that only included us because only w...
"Have you ever been recorded before?" He held the camera facing me and I shook my head. My stomach was in knots but I kept my expression plain. He laughed. "That figures. Well start however you want. I'm just here to get it on film." I took a deep breath and looked at my best friend. She looked way more excited than I did but that was to be expected. She lo...
We were all sitting in a circle in the upstairs bedroom, waiting as the hat got passed around. My friends Katy and Kitty were sitting to themselves giggling their heads off; it had been there idea that we play this evil game. I shot them a scowl which only made them laugh more. As I turned away irritated, my eyes couldn't help but linger on the figure of my...