This is the story of someone's death - a guy named Al. I liked Al, he was a great guy. Always busy with this or that and a lot of fun to be with. But he died a few years back. I know, I was there. Sure, people still see him around but now he's known as "Linda's Good Boy" or just "Good Boy" and is he is happier than he's ever been. I should know, I'm am Good...
"I want everything you can find on former child stars." Nelson slapped a long list on Chloe's desk. "I want to know who's in rehab, who got fat, who went bald, who's gay, who's dead... I want pictures, but definitely interviews... I'll take anything." Chloe stopped chewing on her pen cap long enough to look away from her computer screen at her boss. "You wa...
I lead a double life. Most of the time, I'm a middle aged corporate worker with a crappy marriage and a heavy coffee addiction. I have trouble staying awake through the day and trouble sleeping through the night. But that's just most of the time. On the fifth of every month, I go to a strip club called the "Maison de Sade." But it's not just any strip club....
My name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Canada. I'm twenty four years old, and hold a degree in Criminal Justice from the University of Massachusetts in Boston. I miss my old hometown of Brockton, Massachusetts. It's the most diverse town in the world. A place where African-Americans, Asians,...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2012 Thank you for reading. A special thanks to Bill, Michael, Lewis, Cassandra and Elliot for editing, reading and commenting to make this tale that much better. Chapter 26: A minor inconvenience Three weeks after Solvang... Diego Gonzalez casually strolled down the hallway, a bag of chips in one hand and...
The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path,...
Going Home My chains rattled on hardwood between stretches of thick carpet runners. I staggered blindfolded down the labyrinthine halls of Corinna's mansion, limping from the ferocity of her last beating. Corinna's heavy breasted, coal black slave, a girl barely more than a teenager, dragged the show animal by its scrotum leash to yet another exhibition bef...
Copyright of Nanna Marker. Warning: Work in progress, the full Majgen book-series is not yet completed (unless my bio states otherwise.) ----=(The meeting)=---- 'Seven chairs on my right,' she thought while entering the classroom from the students' entrance, 'seven chairs on my left.' Summoned by teachers, Majgen focused on unimportant details. Through t...
ARLINGTON, Tex. — With a spot in the NCAA championship game at stake, Kentucky's freshman starters had battled No. 2 Wisconsin from behind nearly all night. But needing two points to force overtime after a furious second-half rally, there was no question which Wildcat would get the ball. With 5.7 seconds left, Kentucky put the ball in the hands of Aaron Har...
Last night as she got home from the theater, she changed into her long satin night gown and matching robe, and curled up in the warmth of the overstuffed chair. In the dark, with the exception of candlelight, she relaxed with her cup of hot chocolate. Watching the snow fall outside and listening to the wind as Natalie Cole played softly on the stereo, she le...