Knock, knock, knock. A customary three times she knocked on the green door. A quick glance at the number reassured her that she was indeed at number 23, the right house. Better to be sure of such things, especially with what she was here to do. She had woken up to a dreary day this morning. Late Fall was now truly baring its fangs as the wind had howled aro...
Victoria sighed. She had been in a meeting with her mother, the Dean of Violetwood Academy, when suddenly her younger sister Justine was pulled from class and into the nurse's office. Since she was naturally a concerned parent, Gloria, Dean of the Academy and Students, quickly darted up from her cherry wood desk and bolted out of there. Victoria understood t...
I'm brand new here. I haven't even lurked. I stumbled on this site and I never thought I would share any of my stories with anyone, but this kind of feels cathartic. I really don't regret a single minute of any of my experiences or sharing them with others and I think this might be the place to do it. I am a college junior. Platinum blonde, blue-eyed, five...
Believe it or not, undergraduates have more to do than just party and fuck, at least those of us who hope to get real jobs one day do. There are papers to write, tests to study for, projects and presentations to prepare, plus I have to make a little money. For the next week I hardly saw Nick or Renee, and I only saw Amy in the dorm. I did have a little mid-d...
Christine walked along the dark village street from the railway station. She was feeling frustrated: Michael had not been in the mood, and with two weeks alone in front of her, she was looking forward to getting into bed with a glass of wine, lighting a candle and relaxing beneath her warm duvet. The rain and the cold made her glad for her high-heeled black...
The Terrorist Groups Infiltration Strategy, or TGIS for short, is an extremely-closely guarded secret of the European Community. It has been in existence for three years and is basically a spy network. I am no longer Pia Matteri. I am now Operative 43 and my ground, as we call it, is southern Switzerland and northern Italy. I am fluent in Italian, French and...
Those who have read my first two stories will only have seen my (Brian's) version of events. This story is told through my wife's (Sally's) eyes. It is set in November 2012, on the south coast of Gran Canaria. My thanks to CarolinaPeach for her help and advice. ----------- As usual we had an argument half way through our holiday. I do wish Brian would co...
Note: This story was inspired by Khachaturian's Masquerade Waltz, so in an attempt to try something new, I've set it this piece to music. Though the music isn't entirely period correct to New York's Gilded Age where our story takes place, I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. -AG Suggested Playlist: Jazz Suite No. 2: VI. Waltz -- Dmitri Shostakovich (1938)...
This story is a little longer but I've decided to keep it in one piece to avoid losing the rhythm. It's told in the First Person from the viewpoint of Ellen and because it's set in 1963 I've tried to keep the language as real as possible. The inspiration behind this story came from a picture of a ticket to the dinner JFK was supposed to attend the night of t...
Thanks to Candace as always for her editing skills. ---------------- Diane waited nervously in the sunroom, her right leg thrown over the arm of the chair, her open-toed high heel dangling from the end of her foot. Kayla, along with help from her three compatriots, had fun in using her as a living Barbie doll before the three cheerleaders headed home. Th...