The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. Washed-out blue, like the water under clouds far out to sea, framed by the auburn waves of her hair and the slight dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She ordered a cinnamon cafe latte, to go. Full cream milk, no sugar, nothing else, just the latte. She was dressed in leggings, boots, and a flatteringly-tight...
The present day... The wedding party was in full swing now and I anxiously scanned the guests to see if everybody was enjoying themselves. Noise levels had risen in line with the amount of drink being consumed, so I guess that was a good enough proxy for enjoyment. I was holding a glass of champagne in my perfectly manicured fingers and as I took a sip I ca...
All companies, businesses, people and places described in this story are fictionalized. This chapter reads like a romance story and there is no sex in it. Thanks to Alwaysready64 for editing, without his help my story would not have ever got out into the ether. This is the last chapter of the story; I do not plan to write more. I hope I tied up all loo...
With a frenzy of fear and guilt, she reached for the phone hoping it would turn on. The glass bit scrapping her finger and she felt her heart pound with frustration at her anger and the fear Brad was lost. The pain in her chest was building as she could feel the heartbreak hitting her. He was the only man she knew she wanted, and a man that she wanted to sp...
#0 I open my eyes and watch the last, hazy mist of my transition slipping away up into the air as my baptism into the Sisterhood of Light reaches its completion. "Yes, that was a lovely dip in a bath of saintly assurance," I say as the cream of my family's hard work oozes down every square inch of my naked surface and onto the sanctified cloth Mother uses...
My name is Jamie. I am 19 years old. This is the story of what happened to me Halloween one year ago. It was the last week of October and the leaves had turned brilliant shades of orange, red and yellow. The nights were getting cooler. Everything you could imagine was pumpkin flavored. Usually I get psyched for this time of year but things were different f...
A beat up, half dead Datsun B210 raced down the highway, its engine whining like an old sewing machine with a brick on the foot pedal, leaving behind a blue smokescreen in its wake. The steering wheel shook so badly that the young woman in the driver's seat had to keep her fingers wrapped tightly around it, white knuckled and hanging on for dear life just to...
* * * 4:20 * * * you're looking down again / and then you looked me over / we're laying down again / on a blanket in the clover / the same boy you've always known / well i guess i haven't grown // same boy you've always known // * * * * * * After two weeks, we're suddenly a family. Given that it's year fourteen, it falls to Floor One to make a n...
Author's Note: Sorry about the extended wait on this one! Life keeps me busy. Edited by Expoh, AnnabelleFalls13, Michael Scott, Zald, and I.C. **** Vuntha stood at the top of the hill. Behind him, down the slope, lay the sprawling encampment of the People-Under-The-Mountain. The once-bustling tent city was emptied, devoid of activity but for the wind whi...
Author's Note: The following is a collection of 5 stories featuring the same characters. I hope it goes without saying that all of them are over 18. Special Thanks to SimonDoom for helping me with the Title and Blurb. *************************************** An Awakening I was born with a black mark on me so to speak. Aptly enough because my name's Mr. Bla...