After some 10 years of leaving home she feared her return would only prove to be a disaster. Yet she had no choice but to go home. As a teenage girl she had fallen in love with her best friend. He knew her every thought, her every mood. He knew her. She shared everything with him except the love she felt for him. Maybe she should have. She had never fe...
It was 2 A.M., the streets were quiet. Everyone was at home dreaming peacefully, everyone except me. I parked my car a block away and got out and walked the rest. I was wearing tight blue jeans and a faded black t-shirt and tennis shoes. Getting to her house, I saw happily that every light was out; everyone was asleep. I walked around to the back of the hou...
You tell me how it frightens you and that I don't understand. Oh, but I do. I don't want to hurt you, but when you are tied to the bed and you have that panicked look in your eyes, when they are big and round and have the anguished look of - what? Fear? Apprehension? A hint of pleading as though you really want to say "please don't hurt me." I do understand....
Imagine you are 18 years old in an all-girls school. Plaid skirts, white blouses (and mandatory white bras), knee-length white socks, and black MaryJanes are the outfit you must all wear. With no boys around, obviously, boys are the number one topic of conversation. One Monday, after you and your friends had had a slumber party over the weekend, you are sit...
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If you've never lived with your family inside a military compound, it may be hard to understand the feelings of confinement. Especially for a teenager. Most especially for me, as I grew to crave independence and autonomy. The fifty homes were surrounded by bob-wire fences, with armed guards on the two gates. We all knew the Filipino guards and even their f...
The car awaited them outside. The nights in Vegas are cold this time of the year. She shivered a bit. Mark opened the car door for her and with no hesitation she quickly got in and moved as far over as she could. Mark got in after her and shut the door. He motioned to the driver, the car started to move and the panel window went up. Leaving them to be unseen...
I still need to feed and I don't want to do it with Sacha tonight. I have something quite different planned. I ponder. I linger in the sitting room, until Chancey bustles through on his way to gather provisions and prepare sleeping quarters for the boys. He is startled to see me still here. "My Lord?" he stutters, caught by surprise, something that is unus...
Chapter 1: Birth of the Hellcat Kitt The day was warm for early spring with a nice light breeze blowing across the meadow cooling it slightly. In the meadow to the east of town lay a long and desolate plain none had ever dared venture into. The land there was barren and scorched and it seemed no matter how many years passed nothing ever grew upon it. The wi...
An oral history. A cautionary tale shared around a village campfire late at night. As rendered by a white-haired old man in the midst of young, black-haired warriors who listen respectfully, even if not convinced of the veracity of the story... Why we don't go over to that island. Anywhere except to THAT island... What we saw, when one day we followed anot...