Author's note: Hi everyone. Firstly, thank you for your constructive feedback and encouragement. I apologize for the very long delay in writing the second part of my story. I know how frustrating it when writer takes forever to post. When I started writing this story there are a few things that I never considered, which ended up counting against the progr...
NOTE: The students represented are all of 18 years of age. This story takes place in a student's senior year of school. ====================== My name is Darrel, and as the new kid in school I had a hard time making friends. Perhaps it was because I was a really nerdy and skinny kid. The most popular guys always seemed to be buff jocks that were always so...
It's taken me a long time to make my confession. I am 34 years old. I am ordinary in most ways that you would notice or probably care about. My name is Nina. That's not my given name. I live in New Orleans now. I was born in a small, poor town in Arkansas, and then lived in a few places around the same State. I finally came to the Big Easy two years ago. O...
The room was mostly dark except for a few selected spots. In the center of the room was a lone overstuffed chair in purple velvet. Like the star of the show, this chair was illuminated from above. Empty, it sat waiting. The men were seated some distance away from this comfy chair, restless in their anticipation. They were of various ages and ethnic persuasio...
My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the Camry's steering wheel. Today I was finally going to do it. I had arranged for a day off from work. There would be no time constraints, no lunch hour pressure. The boredom I had felt with Mark, and the fear that it might be bad news for the relationship, was compelling me to try something new. It took nerve to call...
Birgit is waiting for me when I get in from work. A blonde Swedish beauty, wearing a long black silk robe. She has made me a whiskey and dry ginger, and serves it to me as I sit down in my favourite armchair. Then she takes out a little blue lozenge, places it on her tongue. Looking me in the eyes, challenging, alluring, she advances on me. She climbs deftly...
I arrived at the Hideaway Lodge at 1 PM, right on time for early check-in and it was now the official start of my weekend getaway. What an appropriate name for a lodge styled hotel, tucked away in the serene Colorado mountains. It was several hours away from my usual stomping grounds and although it was secluded and isolated with poor cell reception, it stil...
Part One Chapter 1 "Hey, Jon we are almost done. We have been working at this project for two weeks now. It is time to let loose. So let us all go out tonight and have some fun. You must know some good places to get drinks and meet some fine locals?" I had been working on a project with technicians from Miami to install upgrades and establish the connect...
The dragon's reptilian claws dug into the stone to wind its green scaled body tightly around the pillar. Its head with the ghastly big, baby-like eyes were raised into the blackness of the night sensing, keenly paying attention -- a hunger for the hunt filled the air. Only a faint, coal-black plume of smoke rose from its big, open nostrils -- like a human su...
(This is a piece of fiction, and please enjoy it as so. Enjoy.) Tisha Miller prepared her husband's breakfast, for this day at work as she did most mornings. Frying eggs, bacon, sausage and mushrooms she plated the food and walked over to place it front of her husband. She was still dressed for bed; wearing a purple, silk nightdress that reached her knees...