I hurry out of the high school and walk the four blocks to my father's twenty story office building. I have just turned eighteen and it has just been Dad and I since I was a little girl. Mom left and we never heard from her again. I am a senior at an all girl's Catholic school and Dad has been very strict about my association with boys. I am a very petite...
My name is Rhodes Jean Atkinson. Who am I? Just a six-foot-tall, good-looking and muscular young Black man of Haitian heritage from Massachusetts who recently moved to Virginia to attend college. It's an event which changed my life forever. I come from a very distinct lineage of black men and black women gifted with supernatural powers. All of us come from t...
Father Michael Madigan is an old friend. We grew up together, went to high school together. I went to work selling used cars. He went to divinity school. We were young studs, and fucked anything that walked or crawled. Father Madigan (we call him Mike) decided to become celibate. It must have tough for him because he was the biggest whoremonger I ever met. H...
Your stereo is blaring as you cruise down the highway. You weren't sure Nessie, your dad's old Buick, would successfully get you all the way to school, let alone back again. Another year was tough. Whoever thinks art school is all about pretty pictures has never had a six hour drawing studio. You had always been a weird scrawny kid, but at art school everyon...
My name is John and my friends and I have always been a little bit freaky. You wouldn't know it to look at us. I'm a five-foot-ten, chunky but funky young man with short red hair, freckled milky white skin and pale gray eyes. In the eyes of the world, I was an eighteen-year-old, Church-going Irish Catholic lad. It was my favorite disguise and people rarely s...
I remember that night; I slept the way I used to be. I said my prayers every night ever since I was a child. I have always been a good, and an obedient child, that I'd never given my parents any worries or have caused them troubles. I was always thought of as the good one, that my thoughts were always pure. You see, I've been in an all-girls Catholic school...
"She is not!" Mary snapped. "OK, OK if you say so, but I think it's crazy to not even talk to her about it." Anne responded. "Have you talked about that with Makela?" Mary asked incredulously. "Of course, she went on the pill years ago. They are eighteen lots of girls are on it." Anne calmly responded. Mary was disgusted with her old friend. There wa...
The train clatters through the English countryside, past nameless farms and villages. You clutch the letter from the school to your chest, in case anybody recognises it. For one bizarre and irrational moment, you imagine yourself on the way to Hogwarts or some other school of juvenile literature. Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its...
Note: This is my first story, so be kind to me...I'm just kidding. The second chapter will be more interesting...so bear with me...and...enjoy the ride. -- The harsh fluorescent lighting reflected off of the tiling and blinded me. My eyes felt as though they were going to explode any moment and I would be left with nothing with two giant holes in my face....
What's there to do when you've got the winter blues? I know, how about staying home and knitting? The name is Tiffany Evelyn Singleton, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. My friends call me T.E. I'm twenty seven years old, born under the sign of the Aquarius, and I attend Carleton University. I went back to school after...