It's interesting. I love coming here and reading the first-time stories.. I know some at least are fiction, but at times, I can't help but feel that some are at least rooted in truth. Mine is true. Let me start with the formalities...I was 18 when this happened... I wasn't a great student in High School, but one subject I was very good in was Spanish. I'd...
Authors Note: Shhhhhhhhh..... I am well aware that it has taken me probably a year and a half to touch this story (I have some reedits on previous chapters, some of which are already submitted) yeah, your and you're.... I did really really have a problem with that, even though I know the difference I was passing them by in my edits. ANYWAY, I was writing s...
The taxi pulled up along side the 'Rise and Shine'. I've been coming to this bed and breakfast for a number of years now and it never changes. At one point it was an actual residence, built back in the eighteen hundreds. It was a beautiful Victorian and was kept up and modernized as little as possible. It still had the same whitewash, same rose bushes in the...
I shut the door to my apartment and exhaled in a long, slow breath. The snow fell heavily around me, blocking out the sounds of the city. There was three full inches on the sidewalk, and my black wool coat cradled the snow like a lover's hand on virgin skin. Am I really doing this? I thought as I stepped off the curb walking across the single lane dividing...
An especial thank-you to Colin the dogg for editorial help. The final paragraph comes from information he supplied when he read the first draft. In addition, he talked me out of binning the whole thing. Power cut – a winter's tale. And then the lights went out... by Potsherd22 This morning I bit the bullet and dumped my girlfriend Karen. We've been toge...
Mistress and Commander -- Grey Seas Over Warning--This story may put you off your stroke. If you want a wanker, try elsewhere. I dedicate this story, with apologies, to Farley Mowat, founder of the Beaver Club of Amateur Naturalists, and like me, a writer (although a much better writer than I) who never let facts get in the way of truth. Pernambuco was a...
He and she stands in the hallway of the Indian casino in front of the room numbered 420. He hesitates as he reaches for the key. "Are you ready?" He asks. "Gawd yes!" She sighs emphatically, then sheepishly and in a low tone so no one near would overhear her and adds "Master." Quickly he slides the key card through the slot and opens the door as the fantas...
Tasha Fontaine watched Henry walk up the driveway to his home. He wore a black duster to keep out the chill Autumn air. Most everything he wore was black. Or blue. Or forest shades. He looked at home both in the city and in the deep forest on the mountains. He was not a stereotype. He spoke politely, with manners and a grace far exceeding his youth. He even...
There's something a little Zen to the game of sex. The sound of one hand clapping? How about the fact that you never meet a hot woman when you're trying? I don't believe in pheromones, generally, but it's obvious women can smell desperation on a man. From a long way off. So it was with no plan in mind whatsoever that I went to a party at my best friend's fl...
It took Joe a few minutes to get Linda to stop ripping Victor's body into little pieces, not that he blamed her. The bedroom was a mess, and her black coat was soaked in blood and gore. "Come on, baby, into the shower. You're a mess" Her panther looked up at him, still shaking from the emotion as she paced back and forth. She wasn't listening, so Joe slowly...