Rosaleen Dickonson's famous quote says "Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children." Some parents don't love their children, though. Some parents hate them, wanting to be rid of th...
Walking through the park in the brisk afternoon, the woman turned to her friend and posed a question. "When we're dead, will you still be with me? Still at my side?" The man stiffened out of cold and surprise, checking to see that his overcoat was tightly buttoned. He drew a breath and continued walking, ignoring the stare she had fixed upon him. "In what...
6:35AM on a Thursday morning, and I was in a strange city for a conference. Granted, it was nice to get away from the office for a few days, but I certainly would have preferred to spend the time away from the office with my baby girl. By sheer luck, I had been given a hotel room overlooking a park with a large lake, connected by a short, narrow river to o...
It wasn't that he was initially attractive; if I had passed him on the street I would never have given him a second glance. There is was though, in front of me at a coffee house. His face was covered with hair, too much hair. Had a mop of brown curls and had not shaved in what could have been months (I was right). Once I was seated he approached me. I did no...
Six in the morning, I have to catch the early bus. It's still dark out as I wait at the bus stop. I'm a bit chilly in my white tee-shirt (With a big heart on the front) , a long (almost to my knees) denim-look-a-like skirt with some ruffles and two inch heeled sandals that lace all around my calves to my knees. I know today will be warmer, so I don't worry a...
This night was the best he had in months. They were both working too much. But he had it all planned. First they had a long dinner in an elegant, intimate restaurant. Then they went out dancing...Mmmm...he could still feel her butt grinding against him while she was dancing so close. Now they were walking on the streets with a strange energy running through...
Someone once said once upon a time was just for fairy tales. Well this is my fairytale come true. It all began 4 months earlier with a few quick, sometimes personal, emails. We soon began chatting on a regular basis and phoning one another whenever we got the chance. With each passing day I was growing more and more fond of this mysterious internet friend. I...
The morning begins with a slash, as Beethoven suddenly descends upon our neighborhood, loud and liquid flowing into the alleys and through the crevasses in the walls. The bums arouse with this, exchanging smiles, then scraping their pockets for bits of bread and stale pizza they rummaged from the trash bins the previous night. We arouse too, me with my cust...
It's a Saturday morning, and yes, it's way too early for that doorbell to ring, but you'll be really thankful that you got out of bed to answer it. "Hey." she says with her beautifully charming smile. She, well, she's your crush from two doors down the street. You don't really know her yet, she moved in two months ago and from what little that you'...
++ 11th June, 2005. ++ FBI Headquarters, Washington DC. Agent Dana Scully walked briskly through winding darkened passages. A sense of foreboding filled her thoughts and she absent mindedly fingered the catch on her bag as she hurried along. Ever since she had come here the dingy corridors had seemed to put her ill at ease and the lack of anyone else around...