I hadn't seen Linda since she and my daughter, Shellie had graduated from high school over four years ago. They had been best friends but had gone to different colleges. They had kept track of each other through email and the phone. I kept track of Linda by accident through chance meetings with her mother. Linda's mother and I would talk and update each othe...
As I knocked on the door of a building in the refurbished warehouse district of the town, wracked with uncertainty, my mind replayed the circumstances that had brought me to this. I am a 35-year old Professor at a middle-level women's college in a small city in the north-east. The students are the kind that didn't make it to their top Ivy choices and ended...
1 Zoe had been with her boyfriend, Matthew, for about six months or so when it all changed. Their relationship had begun in the first week of university – they had lived in neighbouring flats in the Central Halls of Residence, and the entire block of freshers had had one long week of drunken debauchery to celebrate getting to tertiary education. She’d not...
Chapter 4: What's the worst that could happen? It had already been the worst day of my life to date: earning my £80 per week Unemployment Benefit payments, by working as a community servant -- in the Sock Room. And it wasn't over yet ... I was at home; that is, at my parents' house, where I was still living at the time. It was almost 7:00 p.m. and, havi...
Vivian couldn't really believe what she had heard from Angela. To immediately clarify, she continued after her initial confusion: "But Angela, you've informed me that you are going to marry Ralph, and presumably you are going to agree to traditional marital vows. You know the ones about pledging to being faithful to each other, and forsaking others." "Yes...
---------- ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 ---------- Authors Note: Hello everyone, I'm back! I've been having trouble getting inspired enough to continue "My Trip to the Doctor" I'll be honest. I wrote this story months ago and just recently revised it to a point where I think it is of good enough quality to share with you. ***** Ms. Rubenkoch walk...
CHAPTER 1 A black cloud settled over a house at 23 Walton St near the edge of the city because Charlotte and her husband Finnegan (Finn) O'Toole were bored. They were not going out because neither of them went walking, being young people, and anything else that cost money to visit was out because Charlotte had been fired from the Milk Distributors where she...
It was a long black dress, clinging and slinky. Backless, with a choker neck and a slash right in the front all the way up to her thighs, stopping just below the crucial spot -- when it would have been inappropriate and indecent. The split was necessary; without it she would have been unable to walk, never mind dance. But as she moved around there were glimp...
Author's Note: To get a better feel for the accents of the characters, the spelling is modified throughout some of the story to reflect how the characters would actually sound if you were to hear them talking. I have had some say that this is wonderful, and still others say it's annoying. That is for the reader to decide. I only hope the story finds you as a...
The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened th...