I'm sorry for everything. Seriously. My name is Stephen Jonathan Xavier. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. How did a Haitian-American stud like myself end up in the Confederation of Canada? Well, that's a long story. I was a sophomor...
Series 4 Lovers & Friends Chp. 01 It was a warm summer day, so I decided to stay at home instead of going to a party my college friends were throwing.After closing my front door I headed straight up to my room. As I walked toward my desk to check my messages I heard my cell phone ring, but I ignored the call. The first message I heared was Mi'Shandra, apo...
Augusta made her startling confession one night after we had been drinking all night at the Legion. Augusta was an attractive twenty-year-old workmate of my wife's and frequent drinking buddy of ours. The dark hair Portuguese girl was extremely well-endowed with a dynamite body she liked to display under tight-fitting provocative clothes. She would tease...
"Shit..." The next day Leila was awakened by the throbbing pain in her head. It literally felt as if her head was going to explode from all the pressure! She opened her eyes slowly and vigorously ground the sleep out of them. She stretched and got out of bed. Gingerly, she walked to the bathroom to get a couple Advil tablets and a glass of water. She caug...
Most of my stories are long-winded dramas with things like character development, plot development, etc.. They take weeks to write and edit. I decided to try writing and submitting a story in less than 24 hours. So here it is, my first flash story. I hope you enjoy it. As always, all comments are appreciated. ----*---- Really? How could all this be happen...
Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ------------------ This was supposed to be an entry into the 2019 Geek Fest Event. Real life intervened and, well, here we are. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The protagonist in this story is a member...
I'm a member of what used to be called the 1%. Why "used to be"? You've seen "Surviving The Game", right? Remember Mason's line, "Never underestimate a man who has nothing to lose"? As conditions got worse and worse for the 99%, they became more and more uncaring of their own lives, feeling that dying while fighting to change things was better than "liv...
"Nope, not Mai Linh. Their drivers are the worst. Look for a Vinasun" she said, grabbing his arm before he could call a cab over. "You sure know your Vietnamese cab scene. That's hot." She giggled and elbowed his arm. The rain had let up, and they'd met in front of a rundown Pho 24 near their hotels. His date was wearing an Ao Dai, a Vietnamese dress that...
As the last sounds of my parents car drove away from the driveway, I sighed. My parents had decided that they wanted a two day trip by themselves and leave me alone. I could assume what they would be doing, having sex in a hotel. So I decided, why shouldn't I have sex too? I have a neighbour, we live in a unit, us Unit A and him in Unit B. His name was...
Monday, June 28, 2124 I can't believe this! They are sending me away again! The only reason I act out is for the attention that they give me, but apparently, I haven't stepped up my game enough. This time it's to some fancy boarding school in the middle of nowhere called "Miss Fleurina's Institute for Refined Young Women." All of the windows on the transpor...