Hi, my name is Katie Kelly and I'm 18. I know I'm a little young to be telling my life story, but my head is so filled with thoughts lately that I wanted to write them down. At least tell you of some of the adventures I've had this summer. First, let me tell you a little about my family, because they play a big part in the stories I want to tell you. They...
Having an internal clock is pretty useful. For one you'd need fewer alarms and once you get into the habit of waking up at the time, being able to plan your day around that is useful during times one doesn't have work or whatnot. As for myself, my internal clock was set to around 8 in the morning, enough to take care of my bladder and other morning duties. I...
Lots of young Black men dream of bedding a hot older Black woman, and I'm definitely no exception. Been a fantasy of mine for a long time. When it finally happened, it kind of blew me away. My name is Stephen Rousseau and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study business adminis...
There must be thousands -- possibly millions -- of 'what ifs' in everyone's life. Without even pausing to think too much, I can recall a number of really significant ones in mine. I mean, 'what if' I hadn't turned down (very gently, I might add) the rather odd-looking boy who'd asked me for a date when we were in our final year at school? He had a pleasant...
Author's note: It has been nearly a year and a half since my last submission, and over these past few months of idleness, I've been searching for some idea, some story line that would challenge me, and get me excited about writing again. I have about a dozen stories that I've started, but never got fired up over, so they sit in a file somewhere and will like...
I come from the lower end of an upper middle class town. Through high school and then into college I'd gotten a pretty good lawn mowing and gardening service going. I was always expected to mow our lawn for nothing, or, if you like, because dad said so. I didn't mind. Actually I rather liked it and still do to this day. There's a quick sense of accomplishmen...
Part I: Prologue It had been 7 months since I had met him, 6 months 3 weeks since I had known him, and 6 months in which I had loved him. His name was James. He had unruly hair, fashionably cut and the most intriguing shade of brown, like dark chocolate; when looking in his eyes, one wondered if they contained all the answers to the mysteries of life and lo...
Welcome back! I appreciate you reading my story; it means a lot to me. This is almost everything I have written so far, so bear with me as time between my uploads becomes longer. I'm a college student and finals are coming up very quickly, so it might take a bit for me to pump out good work. I promise I'll get it uploaded asap. I really appreciate any of the...
Paula Kemp was sitting on her own at lunch in the company cafeteria when Zoe Graham sat down beside her. Zoe hadn't acquired any lunch yet, and was clearly there to talk. "I hear that you gave Simon the brush-off," she announced. "How did you hear that?" Paula asked, startled. "You know that Simon's a friend of Dave," Zoe answered. Paula shrugged. Dave wa...
It's 1916 and I'm in Northern Mexico with the U.S Army as it chases Pancho Villa. I'm aware that Villa is a little larger than life. He was an outlaw, guilty of murder and many lesser crimes, and then joined the successful revolution and became both a hero and pretty much the ruler of most of northern Mexico. In fact, his name isn't even Pancho or Villa, he...