"I brought you some food," James said gently as he walked into his room. Lena was still sitting against the corner and she stubbornly refused to look up at him. "I'm curious what you normally eat, do you have tiny food where you come from?" James asked. Lena only glared up at him. "Here," James had unloaded the stuff onto his desktop. He picked Lena up o...
Let me introduce myself, my name is Amanda, I'm eighteen years old, and still live at home with my mother and younger brother Bryan who is seven. This is a story of how Christmas took on a whole new meaning for me. Our Christmas tree was lopsided, with a few bald spots, and even looked more pathetic with the few presents under it. However, it was all my mo...
The crisp Vermont air and the sparkling snow were driving away the frustrations and tensions of my city job. The weekend was a postcard of a winter getaway. The blue sky and the perfect temperature had me on the hill early, full of energy and excitement. I love to ride hard on my snowboard to clear out the cobwebs of the workweek. I need the physical exertio...
Charlie Rokeby lay contentedly holding his beloved wife in his arms, her hair soft and golden now flowed sweet and womanly to her shoulders the boyish style now set aside as her belly and breasts swelled from his heir growing within. They knew their assassination was planned by Hermione, Dowager Lady Rokeby, whom had supposed she not Charlie would inherit o...
This story is written as a continuation of "Anonymity" and does not stand on its own. Thanks to everyone who sent feedback. Please send a word or two back and let me know what you think. * "Ok. Your turn. Give me one more set." Tom said as he rose off the bench. I moved from where I was spotting him. I giggled to myself at the thought of having to help h...
Femi stormed out of her parents' house. She was nineteen and the daughter of a High Priest. Her parents were, yet again, telling her what she was going to be, and who she was going to marry. She hated when they planned her life for her. She didn't want to be neither a priestess; nor a worshiper; she wanted to be a man's wife, owned, loved, and free to travel...
I flipped through the mail as I walked up the driveway and into the house. Most of it was bills, what else is new, and a magazine. As I tossed the mail on the countertop I saw an envelope fall from the pile onto the floor. I picked it up. The envelope was a deep crimson color and had a black ribbon tying it shut, and there was no return address on it. I ripp...
Sam, meanwhile, was beginning to suffer the after effects of a prolonged session of vodka shots he had been doing with his team-mates from the rugby club. Leaving a couple of disappointed netball girls in his wake, he staggered off to the toilets. Having struggled up the stairs and into the bathroom, he staged a brief fight with the zip on his trousers befo...
The raindrops hit the roof with a constant, comforting pattern that surrounded us. The weather outside of the car enveloped us in our own world and provided a barricade from the stormy night. It assured us that we were safe and we were alone. With my head below the height of the window, I couldn't take in the scenery but I could envision it perfectly. The so...
Note: This is a parody. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or fictional is really almost nonexistent. Captian's Log, Stardate 3947.8. Received new orders from Starfleet HQ. We're being sent to the Nether Regions to investigate the disappearance of the U.S.S. New Orleans. It will take us two days to get there at warp factor 9, but I'm keeping busy wi...