Merle shivered a moment, feeling the tension build up inside her. She looked down at the pretty but uncomfortable dress she was wearing, wondering if she really looked as beautiful as that strange servant said she looked. Tera opened the door in front of her and stood beside it. "After you, Mistress." Merle nodded and gave her a weak smile. She stepped thro...
Groaning, I turned off the television and hoisted myself out of the ancient and sunken red couch. It was a hideous thing, really, but it was a family heirloom. The unsightly piece of furniture was passed on whenever the next in line graduated from living at home to their own apartment, and I only had so much time before Timmy finished college and I could inv...
Thin prisms of light break free from the cloud cover, dance through the north-facing windows of an old English inspired Tudor, bounce off the carved crystal bowl resting atop a marble table across the bed from me and come to a check-mate style stand off right there. The swirling energy of light, throbbing and pulsing against it's constraints, all dressed up...
Darcy Claymore thought she had seen everything in her job as an ER nurse. Gunshot wounds to the head, light bulbs shattered in a patient's rectum, drug seekers looking for their next hit of narcotics, stabbing victims, burn victims, diseases, and another laundry list of things she knew that normal people wouldn't want nor need to see. Heck she was only 24 an...
*Authors Note: This story is intended to be read as a series of handwritten journal entries. If you are upset by entries that are only a page long, this story probably isn't for you. But if you can deal with shorter entries, please enjoy.* Mortem in Nocte October 11 It is my hope that someone finds this journal someday, if only so that someone knows what...
That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is In Gorean Sometimes she can't help feeling like she's throwing good love after bad; the way she's sitting here with her knees in the dirt, watching him so intently, listening to the soft words he's murmuring to the giant bird as he slides off the harness and grooms the feathers- she's thinking, I might as well be i...
Those who have seen Baghban would definitely be thinking, "How the hell did Hema Malini look so fucking young? Was it a facelift? Was it cosmetic surgery? Damn, what is her fountain of youth?" Just look at her. Her face is wrinkle-less, lips as lusciuosly red as ripened strawberries, teeth even and white, the neck is smooth, her big breasts are nice and fir...
I was at this fraternity party. Usually I don't go to these things; too much trouble, too many drunk guys, too many lost memories and way too many hangovers. Sophomore year, I thought Well, I am going to be here for the next couple years, I might as well go... I hadn't drunken anything alcoholic when I got dragged in to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." Of cou...
Please note: This story is slow moving and developmental. It is my experimental first story and I would like it to progress as a real romance does. Please be patient. I hope you like natalie and Jake. ***** Chapter 1 Why does it have to be so cold?" Natalie wondered as she walked as quickly as she could through the slush packed streets, her portfolio unde...
"You okay, Rosie?" he would always ask. "Yeah," I would usually respond. But most of the time I wasn't sure if I was okay. I wasn't sure of anything, really. I didn't know how he felt. I didn't even know how I felt about him. I wasn't supposed to, anyway. After all, he's Selena's husband. She and I have been friends forever. If I was certain of anything,...