We've all got people that we can't stand. It's a universal thing. A part of the human condition. My name is Stephen Vladimir and this right here is the tale of a young black man who got revenge on his enemies for the abuses they visited upon him. It's my story. How I rid myself of these parasites and got myself a better life. The end starts now, folks. My w...
-12- The rest of the drive was uneventful, but I have to admit that my nerves were starting to get the better of me with each passing mile marker. Sam tried to comfort me by holding my hand through the drive, which helped a little admittedly. I meant it when I told her I would choose her over my parents. Sam had been in my life more than my parents had been...
Prologue— "I'm done with it! You have to go find a job, right now!" "Yes mom", Alex said. Alex had never seen his mother this angry before. Alex was a college student but not one that liked to study a lot. No, he had bad grades, didn't have a job and when he went out with his friends he always got drunk. And most of the time his mother didn't really care...
Door Number 3...Or The Wallflower Responds Ooookay. Something’s going on. Guests gone, finally, after a housewarming party that’s reached into the wee hours. I’m still here, odd choice, but something in her quiet touch made me stay. He’s here, too, this man I just met tonight who made my mouth water when I shook his hand, he smells so good, like what I want...
Beth kept her relationship with Badger a secret from all but Troy. Over the next couple months, she would use Troy as her alibi most days of the week when she went to Badgers. Her parents were very pleased that her relationship with Troy had blossomed and normalcy was back. Each time Beth was called to service, Troy would spend time with Duncan getting wha...
My name is Henderson Friedrich. A tall, good-looking young black man from South Africa. Born to African and German parents. My father Heinrich Friedrich is a German philosopher who taught at one of the major universities in South Africa. My mother Annabelle Joseph Friedrich was an African Grad student whom he dated and eventually married. Sadly, she's no lon...
I like to be dominated by women, occasionally I hook up with guys and I am actually a Muslim man born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Does that surprise you? My name is Mohammed Abdul-Hafiz and I moved from my hometown of Jeddah City to metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario in the summer of 2011. I've been living in the Canadian capital ever since, and sta...
Chapter 5: Three Steps Forward, Two Steps Back The next few days passed quickly. Isabelle still spent most of her time sleeping and eating although she had started reading some of the books at the cabin to pass the time. She had gained some weight and was feeling stronger each day. Simon had been introduced to her and she had been a bit awed by the big man....
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
It was the summer between high school and college. I'd just turned 18, life was good, and I was visiting some friends before I left the state. I still didn't have my own car but since freshman couldn't have cars on campus I didn't really care. I was over Kevin's house playing cards with him, his brother, his dad, and his dad's friend Mick. By the time we f...