"Tell me again, Raul. Tell me about your tree." I sighed, smoothed out the wrinkles of the blanket covering Hosea's legs, and started the story again. Hosea's eyes twinkled and his smile told me that his interest in the story was blocking out the pain. That in itself would have been enough for me to repeat the story, but the story still excited me too, so I...
It was the evening before Christmas Eve when he rushed through the city after work. As usual the city streets were crowded and people were hurrying along the snow covered sidewalks. All the shop windows were filled with shining lights and glittering Christmas decoration, and from the speakers the sound of the familiar carols almost managed to cover the loud...
This story is intended for mature audiences. Every character is over the age of 18. This story is not to be taken serious as it's fun and sex heavy driven. Please enjoy and thanks for your support. ***** "Be right back. Going to the little girl's room and then we can leave," Nancy announced to her impatient daughter as the two were out shopping at the mall...
She wanted everything to be just so. Stan had been so depressed since Thanksgiving. It had been right after that—the most happy time she could remember that they'd had—that he'd gotten the diagnosis, and he had spun down into a depression. He hadn't been out of the house since; he'd just sat there in his La-Z-Boy in front of the TV and dozed, the TV on but h...
All of my friends know one thing about me...I am about the least materialistic person ever. When I am home in America, I love Wal-Mart. I make no apologies for shopping at PoundLand. My preference for getting stuff is...find it, given it second hand, make it, buy it from the charity shop. So Christmas is a real challenge for me. When someone asks what I want...
************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************...
On a cold and rainy Christmas Eve, in a small house by a large patch of woods, a small but close-knit family sat drinking hot chocolate and cider around the fireplace. In the corner stood a modest Christmas tree, glowing with colored lights, glass balls, and tinsel. Underneath the tree was a small pile of presents. Outside, the wind soughed in the trees and...
Under the pale light of stars, minister Steve Bogan drove stealthily to a nearby motel. It was daybreak on Christmas Eve, and Steve's only time to get away from his wife, who staying at his brother's house for the morning taking care of his two small children. Although Steve and June had been married six years, the spice had gone out of their relationship an...
I'd like to dedicate this story to all of the military spouses who keep the home fires burning during the holiday season, and throughout the year. Please feel free to share your thoughts, comments, wishes and reminiscences at the end of the story. Happy Holidays! Naomi dashed a tear swiftly away before one of her daughters could see. I'll be Home for Chri...
Trevor Lloyd was the nicest man I'd ever known. He was kind, compassionate and genuinely cared about other people. So it was no surprise to me or the rest of the neighbourhood that he couldn't bear to leave his wife of fifteen years when he found out she was having an affair. The rest of us, including his children, all knew what was going on, but no one was...