I was waiting nervously for the office to clear out. Once it was clear, I pulled out my sleeping bag that I had hidden in one of the unused cabinets. It was 2 weeks ago that I became homeless. Well it really started 6 months earlier. I was in a long term relationship with Jane and we decided to get our own place. It was going to be a lot more expensive but...
This story is, in a sense, a continuation of my "The Performance" series. I have retained the same characters. However, I felt that the onstage theme needed a rest. I think that this story can stand on its own, but you are welcome to read "The Performance" stories for background. This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resem...
Daniel awoke to the smell of pancakes. It took a moment for him to place where he was. It always did. His dreams were sometimes more vivid than reality, whether of smoke-filled battle fields or limp, lifeless blondes. This morning in particular the confusion hung over him. He ran a hand across his face as if to clear the cob webs from his brain. Pancakes? H...
To those of you who commented about the length of my story. I am new to this, and I apologize for the epic that it was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away. I have gone through and removed a lot that I thought was irrelevant. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers t...
A further chapter in the story of the unlikely relationship between the beautiful blond heiress, Tara Hawthorne, and me, Seth Johnson, a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks, during Christmas break in our sophomore year in college. At the time, Tara was nineteen, and I was twenty. You will have to read the first two parts of this story to understand th...
"It's not that kind of dinner," Mary Jane said, Felicia just having shown up at her door in a trenchcoat and not much else—though the 'not much else' seemed prohibitively expensive at first glance. "You said your roommates weren't home." Felicia stepped inside, her walk seemingly designed to make her coat flutter open. "And that they were gay." "Yes, and...
NB: As always, thank you to wildheartedangel for helping me edit the chapter. I'm really sorry it took so long but for those of you who have patiently waited --thank you. *** Keona sat stoically in front of the man she thought was harmless; her mind sharpened to kill him with a thought should he even dare to say anything to piss her off. How could she hav...
A week had passed since French had told Aidan all about her past. Much to her surprise, not much had changed between them. That is, there were no negative changes. Aidan hadn't changed in his behavior toward her in any way. She didn't feel as vulnerable as she had expected she would having him know about the shameful secrets she had kept to herself for so lo...
Author's Note: Hi, this is my first story, ever. Rather than get straight to the sex, I have always preferred a good build-up.. for me it makes the whole thing worthwhile. Hope you like it! ------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - Discovery They had been friends for years. They lived a suburb apart, they had been on many glorious and memora...
Author's Note: When I first started lurking on Lit years ago there were certain types of LW stories that easily got my hackles up. One of the worst was the cheating wife on her deathbed confessing all her indiscretions to her husband to ease her conscience. Sometimes she'd tell him, but other times she was even more heartless and just wrote him a letter. Thi...