Fr. Christian Farnsworth's voice sounded in Susanna Cox's ear first thing on a bleary Tuesday morning at the office. "Hey, Susie, how's it going?" "Fine, Chris. What can I do for you?" "Got a favor to ask. You busy today?" Susie flipped open her appointment book. The past two weeks had been rather full, and she was just coming off a three day weekend. The...
**AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS A TRUE STORY, THOUGH SOME PARTS HAVE BEEN EMBELLISHED A BIT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND OVER** * * * * * I was the new girl and had only been in town for a matter of days when I met Dana. We went to the same school and lived close to each other. Dana was probably one of the sluttiest girls I had ever known. She constantly wore sho...
Evelyn started, confused and frightened, uncertain of where she was and who she was with. She blinked in the strong sunlight and sat up to find herself again in darkness. Heart racing, she ran her mind back over the memories of the night before and recalled, with fright, his last words to her. Thinking more clearly now she saw that she had been awakened by t...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (15 min/RealMedia) * * * * * It's best if I am never really left unattended. I have been A.D.D. or A.D.H.D. all of my short life, and I see little likelihood of change now. From time to time, however, I find myself left alone and then, like a bad puppy who knocks over the trash in the kitchen, I start to look for tr...
Chapter 8: Lawrence "That was a foolish move!" Sarah said to him. She'd entered his dreams somehow. She'd come here to torment him even more. "You're not real!" He shot back angrily. "I'm as real as real gets." She smirked at him. She looked as she sounded: just like his late wife, and the words stung. How can you be real and in love with me? He rememb...
Lady Gwendolyn sighed as she looked out her window. The fair girl was a lovely brunette 18 years old and still unwed, with hair that hung past her waist in silky ripples when she wore it down. Every morning her maid Brandy would put braid it into 2 long braids and wrap it around her head, braided loops making it even wavier in the evenings when she brushed i...
Lady Gwendolyn descended the staircase, bedecked in gems and silks with her maidservant a few steps behind in. Before her was the court, spread out in brilliant colors and sparkling jewels, a long pathway to the thrones lay before her. In front of the thrones were the King and Queen, looking resplendent in purple and crimson, beside them, leaning around the...
Dawah, it's the duty of every Muslim. We must spread Islam, by the word if possible, by the sword if necessary. And by any means at our disposal. My name is Aasiya Rahman and I'm a Somali gal living in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia, but my parents, Farshad and Alina Rahman moved to the U.S. when I was real y...
As I walk through the halls of the University of Ottawa in the Canadian Capital, I see a lot of Arab guys with White girls. I shake my head, and shudder. Why am I doing this? Am I some of racist? Am I intolerant? Far from it. In fact, I could tell you a thing or two about real intolerance. My name is Mona Bagis, and I'm a Turkish Christian woman who recently...
I sank down on to my bed, my mind was in turmoil, I had just walked in and found my father in law masturbating into my panties on my bed and it all seemed so unreal. Being a level headed girl though I soon found my senses and decided we needed to hit this thing head on. I went to knock on David's door and after a couple of seconds he opened it looking very s...