She sat angrily in the hard chair outside the office, glaring at the two aides who had apparently been assigned to watch her. “SO WHAT if I tried to run away last night...! I didn’t ASK to be sent to this STUPID school. It’s not my FAULT that my mother died and that my stepfather “just can’t handle me” any more! SO WHAT if the drinking and drugs and parties...
"Judy? Sandy? Is that you?" Jean had not expected to have either her daughter or her employee arrive home that evening, especially so early. It was not even 9:00! "It's me, boss." Sandy said dejectedly as she entered the living room. Lionel, seated in his leather wing chair, looked askance at Sandy, then at Jean. Sandy's love life was none of his business....
I met him when I was in high school. I had just come home from school and was dripping wet. My high school is only a block away from my stepfather's neighborhood (my mother moved both of us and my cat, who got hit by a car trying to go home, to his house). After shutting the door, I dripped on the rug and yelled at the top of my lungs, "MOM, YOU ARE NOT GOIN...
Emily: I'm 19, and I've been transitioning through hormone therapy treatment the last eighteen months. I've always felt that I was a girl, and was mistaken for one often enough over the years. I have a slender physique, with very little body hair; what there is, is very fine. My facial features are quite feminine; certainly I have long felt that my true gen...
There he is sat on my bed, my Uncle, Uncle Creep, well that's what I call him. I'm just staring in shock as he flicks through it. "Put that down, it's private," I manage to blurt out. "Don't worry, you poor little thing. I've read it right through a few times. I won't tell anyone, Vicky, isn't it?" I'm shaking in horror, my diary, my pink diary with all...
Monthly Maintenance Sessions While I had figuratively won the gene lottery since I was born good-looking and with above average brain power (but I was never one to think that I had hit a triple when born on third base), I was a loser as a child as far as my environment was concerned. I was physically and emotionally abused by my biological parents, and subs...
Raya let out a deep, contended sigh as she layback on the grass-patched hillock in the centre of the clearing. All around her the trees heaved and swayed in the autumn breeze, letting their bounty of dying leaves fall to the ground below where they would fester and rot sweetly next to furrowing squirrels, desperately in search of food to store for the coming...
My name is Jeremy Johnson and I am what they call a hunter. I'm a big and tall black man and I happen to have lots of money. I inherited it from my wealthy Haitian American businessman stepfather Antoine Johnson after he died. If you were a twenty-year-old, tall and good-looking, healthy black male who suddenly inherited one hundred and five million dollars,...
Life didn't offer a lot of joy for Lydia. Her only daughter was one of them. In fact it was the only thing her former fiancée. Unfortunately the bastard had left her after her pregnancy. She raised her daughter Mary alone, her parents didn't give a lot of help. She thought about finding someone but she failed. Now at 45 she didn't have the mind and the body...
She stands at the edge of the cliff looking down, and her dark, blue eyes sparkle as she looks over the ocean. She never could forget this one spot, could never push it out of her mind. She dreamt of it too often, and now, as if by magic, she was standing there looking over the ocean lit up by the light of the full moon. This kind of Friday night doesn't com...