It all begins when my friend Dan invited me to his office party on New Years Eve. Meeting Dan at the fancy glass doors belonging to the expensive Hotel where many were already filing inside dressed in tight skirts and expensive suits. Wearing smiles of lust and envy as I study most of their humble eyes stalking their prey with evil stares that led me to beli...
This story is being told in the first person. Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy! ***** Dear Katie, I am having a blast out here in Bermuda. The food is delicious, the weather is beautiful and the ocean feels fantastic at all times of the day. It's never too hot or too cold. It's always just right! Girl, the men out here are the epitome of gorgeous. I alw...
As you read this essay, please remember that these words and views are my opinion and are taken from my experiences. I don't claim to know what everyone in the free world is thinking. If I did, I'd be making more money than I do now. That's a fact. So just take it as a lighthearted look at all things big and beautiful. Hopefully, it will make you think a bit...
"Dark Shadows": The Soap Opera, the Horror Show The original "Dark Shadows" was a unique TV phenomenon. A horror show in a soap opera format, the program was a marriage of as seemingly disparate genres as could be imagined. The reasons the bizarre show succeeded, and how it expanded the horizons of both horror and soap opera, are the subject of this essay....
As I gazed out the window holding my mug of coffee, I admired the freshly fallen snow on the front yard and my car. My location was Montana and while I missed my family back home in Washington, snow was something beautiful to look at. After marrying my husband James, we moved to this snowy state to help him further his career as a construction worker and so...
Note to readers: I changed Cline's name to Ian. Figured I might as well make any edits early on. Thanks for reading commenting, and voting! ***** As he stared down at her unconscious body, Ian couldn't help but admire her beauty. Even though she was covered in blood, there was something different about her that just him made lose focus. Something that fil...
Corey's coming, no more sad stories comingMy midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl? And like I told you, when she holds youShe enfolds you in her world. By Harry Chapin (December 7, 1942 -- July 16, 1981) He is missed. * Old John Joseph was a man with two first names. The railroad left him in the station when they took away the train...
I drive to the airport with the windows rolled down and Bob Dylan playing softly in the background. It's hot - California hot - and my thighs are sticking to the leather seat before I've even hit the freeway. The last time I saw Liam was four years ago at our high school graduation. When I tell people I'm from Cali they usually assume I'm some city-slicker...
It was last call at Barry's Night Club. The remaining couples on the dance floor were dancing to Sam Smith's "Stay with Me". From a corner across the room, Jason had watched Karen dance with one man after another. Her sparkling blue eyes and chestnut color hair shimmered under the lights and gave her an ethereal look that made his heart melt. She was a class...
May I share a daydream with you? It began when I was dwelling on this never-ending hunger I have for you. A desire so perfect it pours throughout me till I overflow with this desperate expression; yet it is exotic and mysterious as well. Eventually I will be exhausted and emptied by your love for me. If it is possible, you seem to have no faults. You ama...