Pass Me the Festivus Pole: Group gift exchanges. As Frank Costanza from Seinfeld would say, "The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances." Pass me the Festivus Pole, and listen up. Takes Festivus Pole This year, the number of group gift exchanges has gotten out of hand for my family. I appreciate that it's an attempt to limit the number...
This is my first ever foray into the world of erotic writing, so please don't tear it apart, but I absolutely welcome your constructive criticism on the story. Anyway, on we go... * There is nothing in the whole world more boring than detention. Of that I was sure. With just a few weeks left of high school before I could finally get out, getting detentio...
Author's note: As requested, here is a cast of the characters of the story, at least through the soiree at Indian House. I don't perceive any additional characters (at least not any significant ones) being added afterwards. Also, even though the father of the character Deedra Helmholtz was a very real mathematician, to the best of my knowledge, he never had...
I've always been a church going girl; a "real" Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to "break the girl." They wanted to change me from the "good, virginal girl" to "one of them." They told me I should read...
Mykel Turner was nervous. There was no other way to describe the way she was feeling. The man she once loved, then hated, and later on sent to prison for the last five years, was out, and according to the letter she received the other day, he was coming back for her. Why once a person became part of your past, they thought they could be part of the present...
Birth Control Pills changed everything. Girls could fuck like guys. Then, later, AIDS changed everything. Fucking became more dangerous again. As a young fucker, I fell right in between. Yes, friends, I was a young fucker in the 1970s. And I did do a lot of fucking. Yay! Yay for the pill! Yay for no AIDS yet! Suzy was fantastic. My first real serious gi...
"Principal, Mr. Hugh Robertson." The possibility had never crossed her mind. "Wow!" she gasped, "you're actually in charge of the whole school now." "That's right," he pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. "Jimmy Sullivan is teaching English now." "Little Jimmy Sullivan is teaching English?" she laughed. "He could hardly put a sentence...
Dear Father, or should I call you Sir? Most people around you do. I was five when mother died. Her smile and the warmth of her body were the last things I remember of her. I have an image of you laughing as I was nestling on her lap. After her death I was forbidden to talk about her and was deprived of my chance to grieve for my mother. I know she must h...
Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Hamlet, Act 2, Scene II Words are my element, as water is to a fish, or air to a bird. Words are what I work with, by day as a lawyer, by night as a copy editor. Words have been in my mind since before I can remember. And they fill my brain like a rush-hour bus, with barely standing room be...
I went to college in a small town, so most of the "fun" to be had centered around campus life. Fraternity/Sorority parties, sporting events, student theater—you know the drill. In fact, one of the best things we had to kill time was something incredibly simple: a walking track around campus. You'd meet up, ride bikes, walk, skateboard, rollerblade, and spend...