This is a true account of what happened at a recent music festival. My wife Anita was desperate to go but had left her run a little late and all the tickets had sold out. Her urgency to be there had a lot to do with the fact that so many of her friends from different parts of her life had told her they were going; not to mention the bands who had been lined...
Mimi was a student in her sophmore year of college an on he summer break. And she was thrilled to go to her first big camp-out music festival. She was into some awesome rock bands and halfway across her state was a huuuge 5-day festival. She was going to tent out. It was gonna be a blast! This was her first time out in something like this. Of course... She...
"You're going to the yukata matsuri, right Sara-sensei?" I looked up from my daily schedule towards my co-worker, Yuka. We were standing behind the front counter in the school's lobby. The what festival? I wondered. Damn, I wish my Japanese was better! "Um, the what?" I asked. Yuka giggled, as usual. She finds my lack of Japanese ability quite amusing. "T...
The initial attraction was her art. It’s true; she wasn’t even there when I got to her booth at the Arts Festival. A triangular-shaped, rounded-edged piece with a crazy lid first caught my attention. “Touch it, if you like,” I heard from behind me. Flowing hair, flowing skirt, piercing but gentle eyes attached to the sweet voice. Sparks exploded into the t...
We had only been married a few months. Although it was a second marriage for each of us, and even though we were in our 40's, the flames of passion still burned hot! She had a teen-aged daughter at home and I had a teen-aged son, so sometimes we had to "get away" when the "fire" started burning too hot. After all, we WERE newlyweds! The city we lived in was...
Rosita spent the next few weeks learning about the pack and keeping a close eye on her grandmother. She was glad that the pack was very lenient. Turns out, if it had been almost any other werewolf family she would not have been able to stay with Abuela so often. Her grandmother was getting better, but it was slow going, and there was still the chance that he...
Author's Note: A quickie that takes advantage of people who wear their kilts correctly. Enjoy, and please remember to vote and comment! ***** Off to my left I heard the distinctive sound of a dozen cats mating at once. Either that or someone was trying to tune bagpipes. I turned in the direction of the off-key skirl. Yep, pipes. That's why Scottish Reg...
"Right Simon, not this year!" You say to yourself as you watch the kettle boil for your morning tea. "You've had your fun, freshers week is over, no drink, no girls, its time to study!" You continue as you massage the side of your cheeks. Your name is Simon, your in your last year of doing English literature at a popular coastal uni. You...
In the late summer of 1848, a hundred and twenty years before I was even born, a briny old fisherman named Owen Addams did me a remarkable favor. While fishing the tidal pools of what was then known as Pleasant Harbor Township, old Owen reached deep into the mucky banks off Harbor Cove and pulled out something the local Native Americans had known about for c...
Mari was supposed to arrive late Saturday morning or early afternoon, but the best laid plans... It had been a couple of weeks since we had last seen each other and I was so looking forward to holding her in my arms, gazing into her eyes, telling her that she is the love of my life, kissing her all over and making love to her. Well most of this would now hav...