Gritting my teeth in irritation, the blank Word document in front of me stared back. The blinking cursor almost seemed to mock me, the lone presence amongst the sea of white that was my unfinished history report. Glancing at the clock on my desk, 8:15pm blinked into existence. There were only hours to finish this stupid paper that was 25% of my final grade....
I moved town when I started university. I could not get the degree I wanted to in my state, so I ended moving to the next quality university offering that particular course of study. This was good for me, but expectedly very bad for the relationship I was in at the time. Sarah and I had a snuggly, warm, caring relationship, and suddenly there was a two-hour...
Things are going to heat up soon. Just a few chapters left to go. I hope you continue to read, comment, and vote. Again, because of my formatting issues, { } denotes italicized text. And another warm thank you to my favorite (and only) editor, Archangel_M. ---------------------------------------------- "I'm sorry! I thought Drago needed Kelly with him. I...
Meeting Hannah that afternoon was one of those bizarre events that convinced me how important it is to say "yes" to life, to be open to what presents itself and to not have expectations. I hadn't been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town,...
At the request of a reader who was kind enough to offer both feedback and a plot suggestion, I have this to say: Chris entered Room 834 at the Palmer House Hilton and was immediately overcome by a stench he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of housekeeping a few minutes after...
I watched Daddy walk to the door of the hotel suite, and I watched him open the door, and then I watched him step into the hallway. He was gone. The door closed behind him. I stood there, in my dress. In my heels and wig. I felt a shiver run through me, and I thought about Daddy, and what had just happened. I went to long mirror on the bedroom door, and I...
Disclaimer: I do not own Modern Family and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place sometime in Season 7. This is sort of a continuation to Your Fault, ignoring the last few paragraphs/fast forward at the end. So think of it as an alternative timeline...
Angela Wentworth explores her submissive side with Khalidah's guidance after experiencing the mock execution described in Executrix Khalidah. Some references will be clearer after reading that story, but I'd like to think this one can stand on its own if it must. Bear with me in the middle - we do eventually return to the opening scene. Angie herself, inesca...
By 6:55 PM, Mia's one small overnight bag was hidden in the closet and out of the way. She could have used a drink but it would be rude to start by herself. She knew that she would have to wait until he got there, at least. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her brunette hair tied up, her long curls gently resting on her neck. This is where she...
十五 "How about an app for buying a ghost?" Man-bun Matty asked the table. His hands were raw, red with scabs and rashes, but he was in good spirits, hyper this morning, decked out in a golden traditional Chinese button up shirt and matching baggy gold pants and open toe sandals. He obviously had no fear of the cold. Man-bun was sipping on a thermos of cive...