Susan's asked to leave Hannah's spare bedroom in Hershey, PA. Susan sat on her twin, lumpy bed in Hannah's small, spare bedroom talking to herself through her tears. Albeit much better than living at the shelter, she was still unhappy nonetheless. Without having a car or money to travel anywhere, she felt much like a prisoner living in a 12' by 12' room in...
"Johanna, skip class with me, we'll go for a walk." I knew she'd blow me off, but I asked anyway. "I'm not gonna ditch math." It was only the second week of school. A little over two weeks since we made out at the Labor Day carnival and watched the fireworks together. "Have you ever ditched a class?" She closed her locker. "Yes, a bunch of times." I smile...
Copyright Aurora Black, May 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Author's Note: I am not eligible for this contest, but I'm glad you stopped by. In writing this How To, I'm assuming that you're a citizen of the United States. Everyone else, sorry. The following may still apply to you, however. We'll see. Tha...
Hi there my name is Agnes and I am originally from the great country of Scotland but I now live in a small town just outside of Nashville, Tennessee. My job is what brought me to this country and I love it here. There is more to do and more wide open spaces to do it in. I am 28 years old I have red hair, green eyes, and my measurements are 33-23-33. I stand...
"Fuck my tits that's good shit!" After a long, hard pull on the bottle of homemade blackberry wine that Bobby had retrieved from under the seat, Country wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a dark streak-shaped stain. Jamming the bottle between her legs, she leaned over it and reached for the volume on the stereo system as Skynyrd broke t...
We were way out in the country. I knew that from things he'd casually told me. But I also knew it was hobby farm, gentrified country, five acre lots pigeon holed for the upper middle class and above, who wanted to raise their babies away from the mean city streets. I knew most of the trees on the hundred or so acres had been cut down so the new owners could...
Are you tired of crime and criminals? Are you afraid to walk the streets of your own neighborhood? Are you tired of telling your loved ones to be careful and worrying about them until they safely return home? Do you have that foreboding feeling and fitful fear that the worse will happen and befall your loved one or you when you least expect it? Are you tired...
Hot sunny days are always good and always seem to raise my interest in pushing the boundaries of what I'll get up to. So sat outside, nude in the sun one afternoon my mind wandered to driving out into the country. Of course, driving into the country wasn't that much of an issue. The question I had for myself was, what was I going to do once I'd found somewhe...
My name is Austin. For Spring Break two of my fraternity brothers, Slick and Lumberjack, and I went to my aunt and uncle's condo in ski country in northern Vermont. On the first day there it turned out that three college women were using the unit immediately next door. The six of us became immediate friends and that night Jamie, Kayla, and Lindsey joined us...
Chapter 31 - A criminal and a Prime Minister The next day Cynthia came by the room being used by Cecilia and Jason and knocked to wake them up. They had only slept for about four hours, but Cynthia was unsympathetic. That day, their first full day in Upper Danubia, would be a busy one for them. They had breakfast in the hotel and then walked past the Old Ci...