Author's Note: Many thanks to carolin_ for volunteering to edit, for the quick feedback, and also for the encouragement. Should anyone get to the end and contemplate commenting, you should know that comments make my life. * "Fi! Hold the door!" A screech cuts through the rush hour bustle, and I wince in recognition. Clutching my bag closer, I sink into m...
Author's note: This is the seventh part of a very long story. My sincere thanks and heartfelt gratitude to all who have voted, emailed and commented on my story. Your support makes writing worth it. To all who are wondering, there are two more parts after this one. So relax, the story isn't over yet. I hope 'Finding Love' will continue be enjoyed. Comme...
"Rise and shine sleepy-head!" Dawn McIntyre called out as she pulled open the small window drape and flooded the tiny cabin with early morning sunlight. "It's another beautiful day out in the middle of nowhere." "Screw you!" called out a female voice as an arm emerged from beneath the sheets just long enough to throw a pillow at Dawn. "Come on, Kari, you c...
I was sitting at my desk staring at the heading of the report I was supposed to be writing. But I had no idea how I was supposed to do it. My supervisor had been very short with her trainings and had made it very clear that questions were only to be asked if I had absolutely NO OTHER WAY to find out the information. I usually was a fast learner; usually I co...
"Who's that?" Cammie Waters asked Lou, the owner of Leather & Lipstick, the only lesbian bar in town. "Don't know," Lou responded as she set a Tequila Sunrise in front of Cammie. "Ain't never been in here before, far as I can recall." "What's she drinking?" "Stormy Weather." An elegant drink for an elegant lady, Cammie thought. "Send her one from...
Chapter One (Sunday 13th October 2002) Heather woke with a guilty start, wondering where she was and, more to the point, how on earth she'd fallen asleep. Normally sex revitalized her. Normally there was zero chance of her dozing off before it was time for breakfast. Not that last night had been remotely "normal". She chuckled as memory flooded back. She...
This is my entry into the Valentine's Day story contest. It is a tale that takes place in the high fashion industry, and how love sometimes finds people in places and ways they never expected. * Sally Hemmings sat looking at the Valentine card that had been left on her desk before she arrived at work that morning. It was very beautiful and ornate, and smel...
This is the conclusion of Sandra's story. This work is the sequel of Whom You Least Expect Ch.3.and should be read in order (Chapter 1,2 & 3 first) or it won't make much sense (Chapter 3 is a must to understand what's going on). Thanks to mikseventeen for editing my work. Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Whom You Least Ex...
© 2007 by Penelope Street Even looking back, I remember the exact moment I first laid eyes on Andrea Marshall. I'm certain my heart missed a beat. Or two. I guess I didn't know she was different at that moment, but I still felt it. "Mrs. Larson?" she queried, rising from behind her desk to reveal a form that, even in an A-line skirt and tweed jacket, was c...
The Nile River, both the Blue and the White, that merges at Khartoum in the Sudan, flows south to north (direction is downhill) in a circuitous course between banks of narrow strips of fertile land with deserts on both sides, finally emptying into a wide Delta that flows into the Mediterranean Sea. As such, the Nile is a jewel of life to all who live along i...