Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first part of my story, I'd suggest that you do so... The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. By the way, in case any of you are wondering after the end of this story, the answer is: "Yes, Cheryl is still a part of my life – even if we...
A Night at the Movies I didn't want to spend another Saturday night at home eating a whole pint of Ben & Jerry's, so I decided to treat myself to a movie. In a city this big you would think to be lonely was something that rarely ever happened. Not for me though. I've spent the last two months nursing my broken heart, barely going out or interested in mu...
Some relationships start with what I call the slow burn. Like the one I had with a girl from work. We'd known each other and liked each other for a long time but it wasn't until we were travelling together that anything happened. I'd never been sure if she was gay or what; I only knew she was single and never talked about anyone special in her life. She was...
Erin tried not to feel too nervous as she undressed for the night... she was a pretty eighteen year old, rather innocent in the ways of life, who just happened to have a lesbian for a roommate. Sure, Shannon was nice and all, but she made no bones that she was supremely confident in who she was and what she liked. Flirting subtly with Erin, Shannon had tried...
How dare that fuzz bucket wire-haired snaggled-tooth jerk tell me that I didn't know squat about playing pool! Somebody should inform the numskull that my daddy was the state 9-ball Champ for 4 years running and my Grandpa was the owner of this town's biggest and baddest billiard room in the early 1940's. Pool is my first, middle and last name. Oh well, hind...
It's the second day of March. The sky is still gray but I saw a robin in the yard this morning. It looked thin. I've been at the Sykesville Correctional Institute for Women for two weeks and one day. There are 529 days left on my sentence. I haven't had a visitor yet. The first thing my roommate told me when I got here was to stay away from Gattson. I did...
My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the...
I'm awakened from the most blissful slumber. The walls are shaking with a loud rhythmic thud. Someone's blasting their music. I look over at the clock on the nightstand; 7:30! "Who the hell blast that shit at this time?" Nothing I do drowns out the sound, then suddenly, silence. No matter, I'm up now. There's no way I can get back to sleep, but I don't want...
Adapted from the Short Story, "Candid Camera" by Ann Douglas. Used by Permission of the Author Denise rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Getting off and walking up the corridor to the security office, she swiped her card through the door-side reader. "Quit feeling sorry for yourself," she muttered, as the door opened. "You knew the deal." Which was...
Well, it happened again. My roommate and I both got drunk last night. It was a completely different experience then when we played Truth or Dare. We were both uninhibited, especially Carrie. In our day to day lives I am usually the aggressive one. I will make decisions quickly, and Carrie will go along with them. Last night it was like we completely switched...