Emily crams all night Emily wasn't stupid, she could do well enough in school, scoring quite well on tests and quizzes, but unfortunately, she was pretty air headed, meaning that she often forgot to do her homework, her projects were often rushed, and her attendance was barely acceptable. Add to that her tendency to get into wardrobe related hijinks, and t...
It was John's first day as a tutor. He'd signed up only because he needed the money. John was a college student and like most college students, he was in need of money. So when he saw the posting in the library to be a tutor -- and how much it paid -- he immediately inquired and got the job. John was a sophomore biology major. He loved biology and wanted to...
End of Summer Session -- July 14th 2020 Professor Jennifer Mclaren was fed up having to teach online classes using Zoom, and the past few months had been long and unsettling. Overall, she found the online process awkward and ineffective. She was becoming accustomed to seeing eyes glaze over. Having had enough, she decided to break the rules. The online sum...
Author's Note: This story contains a lot of gross material, including bathroom stuff (poop) and giving birth. If that makes you uncomfortable, then this story isn't for you. * * * My name's Emily. Two weeks ago, my best friend Roweena stole an experimental dick-plant. Along with our college classmate Lily, we spent a few days playing with it. Long st...
** Originally written as Darkeyeddemon, when I lived on the east coast of Florida. In the wake of hurricane Katrina this story takes on new life and meaning for me. I donated blood and gave what money I could, but I still feel this sense of loss and vertigo as if there's something else I can do that I haven't thought of yet. If you know someone who was affec...
Acknowledgment The sound that readers might hear in the distance is Sir Walter Scott turning over in his grave. To give credit where it is due, the general story line of the following work, "Ivan Horton's Choice", is borrowed loosely from the great novel, Ivanhoe, written by Sir Walter Scott in 1819. Some of the character names in the story were inspired by...
I had spotted her from across the room in my freshman Biology class. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes upon. She sat at the end of my row in the lecture hall—she was so close to me, yet so far away. I had been admiring her from afar, never having worked up enough courage to go over and talk to her. For weeks, all I was able to do was stare...
“Shego, come quick! I’ve done it! The world will be mine.” “Yeah… ah, Doctor D, you’ve been saying that off and on for like two or three years now. Why don’t you just call me over when you plan actually works? And since we know that won’t be happening soon I’m going to go back to reading the month’s Modern Villain magazine.” “Oh you mock me now but you won’t...
There are some mornings when I wake up and feel a deep ache in my lower back. Then there are some mornings when it feels like my groin is endowed with fury. I wish I could pick and choose between the two (always choosing the latter) but at my ripe age, I suppose it's something I have to begrudgingly accept. But I can't complain. My life, so far, has been bla...
My cell phone rings and I pick up. "Hey David," the voice says. "Where are you?" It's Lisa, a fellow biology grad student who's incredibly intelligent but also very chaotic sometimes. "I'm at the library café," I answer. "Do you want to...?" her voice pauses for a second. "I want to go shooting." she says. "Right now," I say. "Please." * * * Lisa is...