It was late at night and the Strawhats had merrily fallen asleep to the calm waves and the gentle breeze. It had been a wonderful day, full of crazy things and weird-looking sea creatures. The sounds of snoring could be heard from every direction, except for one. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out which room was void of the incessant noise of several hi...
She came home to an apparently empty house. Strange, though, since his car was in the garage. There was a note on the kitchen counter: I'm upstairs waiting. Go take a long, hot shower and put on the outfit that I left out. Don't worry. I'll make you dinner afterward. :^) She went upstairs, passing by the closed bedroom door, and into the bathroom where...
A daughter of Siberia, it wasn't the resistance of the depleted Wehrmacht that troubled Svetlana during the 3rd Guards Army's advance on Brest - it was the tortuously wet July heat of the Pripet marshes. Her Sveta didn't work more often than not, the wiring on the rifle squad's radio failed and the truck carrying their munitions got caught in the mud and h...
[flash] “Ewww… I think my eyes were closed on that one!” I complain, as I recover from the flash. “Ok, lets try it again,” you answer. “Ready?” [flash] This was just too strange. I always take my own photos. I’m not used to having someone else with me during pictures, and having no control over the camera was really making things feel awkward to me....
* My first submitted story... please be kind with your reviews! He couldn't take his eyes off of her. May she wasn't the typical definition of beautiful, but to him, she was perfect. And all his. He didn't walk around thinking of women as objects to be owned (he considered himself an enlightened modern man), but right now, for this moment, she belonged to...
She stood there, still dressed in her work clothes as I thumbed through my phone. "Something's up," she muttered, swinging on the doorway as I scowled at the hand-held electronics in my hand. I could see the hem of her dress in the reflection on the scratched screen, the feint green tartan replacing the toolbar and my attention. "Just work." That was true,...
Two friends sitting watching a film; close together on the sofa. As they are familiar with each other, she gently leans back into him, to be more comfortable, whilst watching the screen. He lifts his arm to give her more space and lets it loosely fall over her shoulder, whilst his other arm encircles her waist. This continues in comfort and quiet for a time...
Officer Brennan Parker leaned back into his car seat and groaned. He just wanted to go home, his shift had been long and aggravating, just another five minutes and he could clock off and get out of here. Speed trap duty was so tiresome but he was anxious to get this promotion he had been after to get out of this and into proper police work. He cursed as he...
The camera can make for a great tool. Even knowing the camera is there, it still holds many voyeuristic qualities. It is like another person looking into the lives of both the subject and the photographer. A photograph reveals the soul of the photographer and the flesh of the subject. A picture of a nude woman is not simply pornography or art; it is the refl...
After having to deal with the frustration of seeing her ex she could feel a bit of frustration welling up inside. It wasn't an overly contentious or otherwise unpleasant meeting, it was just the typical frustration of seeing him and watching him, as he typically does, make everything about everything about him. It's not that he does it because he's narcissis...