The mall seethed with the hustle and bustle of last minute shoppers. Valentine’s Day was almost the busiest holiday of the year. Lovers of all ages wanted that special something to give to the person of their dreams. The smallest kindergartner to the oldest couple, they shopped, bought, and baked for the one they loved. Evelyn watched the world pass by as s...
This is not your typical incubus story. But then, this story did not come about in a typical way. I normally see a story in my mind, flesh it out as it plays through my mind several times, and then write it out. This story would not do that. It remained jumbled and kept going down what were apparently dead ends. Then I realized that what I was seeing in my...
FAWC 2: 7:48 P.M., Wednesday (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered on a random determination of four "mystery ingred...
Geoffery stood naked, staring in the full length mirror that hung in his hotel room. Well, the lower half of it. It was December Twenty-seventh. Christmas was over. All the presents delivered to the good little boys and girls all over the world. To those that still believed anyway. And the sleigh was parked, the workshop clean and quiet, all of Missus Claus'...
A few years ago I worked for a National Auto Parts Chain. I had a job I dearly loved and was completely devoted to... Seemed as my whole world was tied into making my business grow and prosper, and it did until the day I was released from my position, but that is another story ... This story is of one of the benefits I gained from my tenure... One Hot summ...
This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch3, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imaginings. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or strange entity beyond time itself)...
This is one of my own stories. I didn't have an editor so judge lightly. All errors/mistakes are mine and I do apologize. Any similarities to any real people or events are coincidental. Please feel free to comment and vote. Enjoy and thanks for reading. T A crumbled sky glared down at the world, it's red eyes marking the end of another day. Sean perched...
Her name was Sparkling Mist, but everybody just called her Misty. By the time I met her in American History as a senior at Waverly High she had already been voted most popular everything there. In fact, it was that first day for me at Waverly, when after dropping my pencil, and reaching down to pick it up, I looked towards the back of the class right up her...
Warning: This story purposefully takes many liberties with Catholicism. If this offends you please do not read this story. * It was the most ridiculous of spectacles: his sweet pink mouth, plump lips, receding blond hair mixed with new pure-white tilted back, throat open to receive that long, slim phallic-symbol. His white collar and black shirt and pants...
As Salam Alaikum, people. The name is Maimuna Ismail and I've got a wicked story to share with you folks today. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia and moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, with my parents, Hodan and Ali Ismail, in the late 1980s. I grew up in the Capital, and consider myself as thoroughly a Canadian as anyone. Home is where the h...