"What did you just say?" "You heard. This connection isn't that bad." "No, please. Repeat it." "Okay. I said send me a naked selfie." There was silence on the line. "Look," I continued, "I'm on this trip for two weeks. I thought it would be fun." "For you." There was a hint of a chuckle in her voice. Some snarkiness, some sarcasm. "Well, for you too,...
I met her because the car broke down…if the car had been running, I would not have needed to take the bus. It was the summer after my graduation from high school and I was doing the fast food job thing to pay for my beer, guitar strings and the constant repairs needed by my ’73 Datsun. Since my “band” actually spent more money then we made, the burger joint...
My name is Romania Tremblay, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, but raised in the Capital region of Canada. I have often been told that I cut an imposing figure. I stand six feet two inches tall, slim and fit, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I am one...
The Pig's Ass porter's taste is bitter. Violent convulsions drive through my tongue and down my throat with the warm creamy brown flood. The Porter, causes reflection of a meal at a Tarbert's guest house years before . We were there eating the local offering of steak pie. It cried for a drink that matched it. The only brew offered came from the local pub. Th...
Author's note: This is my way of saying thanks to all the military service members and their families who sacrifice so much on our behalf. I'd also like to express my appreciation to the members of the military who took the time to read this over to make sure it was accurate and in good taste. **************************** Steven is stunning when he’s naked...
Man, why can't fate smile upon me for a change? I shook my head as I read the "go away nigger faggot" sticker on my car. Fucking retards, I grumbled and ripped off the sticker, crumpling it and tossing it on the ground. For a moment, I stood there, feeling both angry and powerless in the parking lot of the Royal Bank of Canada in Nepean. Who could have done...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
He was a hot-headed man: everyone knew that. Darryl was quick to let rip with his fists and ask questions later. One wrong move, one wrong look and he was in your face and pushing for a fight. However, it wasn't as if he was an eighteen year old, trying to find his way in the world. Darryl was now thirty three and had two failed marriages behind him and a s...
"Holding you in my arms makes me feel alive, my sweet," I whispered into my girlfriend Samira Ali's ear as we walked through Vanier Parkway together. After waiting an eternity for the OC Transpo bus at the Rideau Center, we decided to walk home. Public transportation in the City of Ottawa absolutely sucks, trust me on that one. That's especially true in the...
It's Thursday morning, and I lie on my bed, sighing profoundly. Tonight, at midnight, I'm finally getting paid. As of right now, though, a quick logon into my CIBC account reveals my combined assets totaling one dollar and seventeen cents. Why is that a problem, you may wonder? Yeah, why can't a brother wait until Friday? Um, it's my lady Fayruza "Fay" Bin S...