Our Method Works! It really was a unique way to stop smoking. Marilyn Bowers was 39 years old, and her doctor had just scared the hell out of her. She always knew she should stop smoking. Even when she started smoking in college, she knew she should not have done it. But now, her physician had put it in the kind of terms she could no longer ignore. She had...
When Eleanor Martin took a last look in the mirror, a small yelp of amusement escaped her. The transformation was extraordinary. She looked younger than her 23 years. Eighteen at most. It was partly the hair – cut short by a gay Columbian with a shaven head at a cost that had made her gasp. But what the hell. The magazine had paid. They'd helped with the mak...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction using characters from the the HBO series Girls (Season 2 episode 9). The characters Hannah and Adam are owned by Lena Dunham and HBO and I do not claim any ownership over them. This story does not ascribe completely to official story canon and is intended for entertainment outside of the official storyline owned by th...
Waking up sometime later and remembering everything Grandma told me I was still exhausted and overwhelmed as I made my way into shower and dress. I opted for basic day wear clothing donning jeans and a light pink sweatshirt over my matching beige panty and bra, wearing no hosiery or socks as I slid into some straw colored canvas espadrilles giving me a littl...
It was past midnight on Green Street, across from Biloxi Avenue. Down here the bars and mamas and papas's shops were still open, spewing out the nightshift customers. It wasn't the sort of friendly neighbourhood cops enjoyed patrolling. Thaddeus parked the car a block from the red brick apartment building where he'd found the actual John Elwood he soughed. E...
Stephanie Your flight arrives in ten minutes and I've been waiting for half an hour already. I left much earlier than I needed to, but I wanted to make sure I was waiting for you when you got off the plane. We had planed this weekend together for months on chat, the details of how we would stroll the town, shop for mementos and mostly spend long hours enjoy...
It's funny how some things you remember clearly while others vanish without a trace. Like driving home: there are days when I'd remember every detail of the trip and others when I'd just find myself in my driveway without remembering a single thing. The latter was how I found myself following Shyla. The last thing I remembered was sitting with her in the...
Author's note: this has a rather complicated backstory. The story takes place in a world of swashbucklery and magic. Rischa Vale was a pirate captain, one of few females in a misogynistic part of the world to manage this. She had been fostered by a famous pirate, and had won the esteem of her men through courage and hard work. One day, a man named Mika Arago...
I lay in bed, my head pounding, and I stared at the ceiling. A dull ache throbbed in my abdomen and the back of my thighs. I was cold, and a mound of blankets and sheets sat huddled on top of me like a fabric mountain, wrinkled and sweat-stained. Despite how I felt, I couldn't help but flash on the images of the day: Mrs. Tasker on top of me, bucking, and Ma...
I work for a national magazine. I've been there for over five years now. We publish stories and photographs of odd and interesting people, places, and things. My group focuses on the unique people of the world. My job is photography. * * * About a year ago, some of the governments of foreign countries felt we were exploiting their natives, and if we wishe...