Tom's standing at the altar. It's the first time in ten years that I've seen him and my stomach leaps up into my chest cavity. The faces on either side of me blur into a mass of toothy smiles as the church organ roars into life. I try to focus on my job as maid of honour. I straighten out the train of Zoe's dress and press my lips together into what I hope...
Alone in the big city, wishing to find a friendly face somewhere, Mandy took her curvy and quite slim body to the Featherstone Street Tennis Club. Next to shopping, tennis was her passion. A young man responded when she said, "Excuse me", dragging his lips off his companion's which certainly indicated they weren't brother and sister. Bozo or whatever his...
Nia woke up with a groan. Her head was pounding and she was disorientated. She realized she on was on the ground in the middle of the woods and her hands were duct taped behind her. Then her last memories came rushing back. Her mother was the Booty Slayer. It wasn't some horrible dream. "It took you long enough to wake the fuck up," Donna said putting a sh...
Chapter TWO: You Need To Get Out More Read the first chapter. It's been AWHILE since I posted here, hopefully I can be more productive in the future. These ideas were loosely influenced off of my real life experiences, combined with missed opportunities and personal fantasies. The story is complete fiction; however many of the situations are exaggerations b...
Enjoy. ***** Waking up to the sun beating down on my face was not the best way to wake up. Opening my eyes and sitting up I realized I was no longer on the cruise ship, but I was not only on a blow up raft in the middle of the Caribbean but the piercing brown eyes of my ex-boyfriend Lio greeted me. "How nice of you to grace me with your presence mija." Li...
Welcome to Part 3 of Jack and Lena's story. Bach gets a mention, but Pachelbel figures more! I didn't know he was a family friend of the Bachs until I researched this story. A vote, or a comment is welcome, as always. ***** George was meeting a friend, so she had dressed and left us. She had stayed to comfort me after my little meltdown. Our silly banter,...
Tried something a little different; looking at one of those conversations from a woman's point of view. Women readers feel free to roast me. I'm just a man. Whose intentions are good. Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood. ************** "Celia, he's back again," said Julie, from over by the window. I glanced across, with my eyebrows raised. "Real...
Jayla examined herself in the mirror as she smoothed the front of her bright red dress. Her curly black hair cascaded down to her shoulders. A thin, silver necklace hung over her neck and matching earrings dangled from her lobes. Subtle mascara accented her long eyelashes and framed her deep blue eyes. The straps on the dress revealed her bare shoulders, and...
Prelude to The Perfectly Imperfect Marriage: Until Death Do We Part or Divorce. A descriptive definition that contradicts itself, what is perfectly imperfect? We're all perfectly imperfect in one way or another, with some more and some less to some degree than others. No one and nothing is perfect. That's life and that's the problem with being human. We al...
~ This is my first attempt writing my own interracial love story thanks to a special person who inspired me. Please feel free to tell me what you think about it and if enough people like it I may continue the story. Thank-you and enjoy! ~ ******************** Sarah Wilson and Candice "Candy" Martin are both black 19 year old university students attending t...