On the previous screen for name prompt, enter the name of our female protaganist in the first slot, and the name of her beloved fiancee in the second slot. He hasn't made an appearance in the story, yet... My name is Jane. I'm a twenty-two year old white girl with red hair and turqoise eyes (that's like a real pale blue-green). I recently moved from the sma...
Long Time No See It was a train journey that changed my life. Not a special journey, I was just coming back from a work-trip. I was having a beer when I noticed a young woman pass me in the aisle for maybe the fourth time. She was staring at me and beautiful young women generally didn't bother to stare at me. I'm heading for forty and nothing special to lo...
The time has come for me to stop hiding. I must resume my nightly hunt for that which I crave. My name is Patricia Atkinson. I am a Vampire. A long time ago, I became one of the Undead. Yes, Vampires do exist. We live among you and no one suspects our existence. That's the way we like it. I live in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of the city of...
I guess you can say that I am a loner for the most part but that was by my choice. I never felt that I needed anyone to get me through my life. I had several boyfriends in high school and when I got to college I just met up with guys to get laid and no other strings attached. I did actually find myself falling for this older white guy that hung out at one of...
The name is Steve Vincent. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts. I am Bisexual, and only some of my friends and family members know. I love my fellow Haitians dearly but our community isn't exactly welcoming of Gays, Lesbians and Bisexuals. In spite of the efforts of the organization known as the...
Stories? Writing them is what we are here for. To practice the trade and art of putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Drawing from out of our back brains ideas that other will find worth the time it takes to read. But where do they come from? What's a good source? Well life of course. Don't try to draw them from a vacuum. Pull them instead from the...
You Can't Take The Ghetto Out Of The Girl Shannon had begged off going with us. She said she had a headache so I grabbed the girls and headed out. Our two girls were five and six and a half, and were the apples of my eye and loved their daddy, even more than the water park we were headed for. "Crap," I said under my breath as we pulled into the park. The s...
The Woods Twigs crackled under the car’s wheels as it pulled into the clearing at the end of the mud track that they had been creeping along for the last fifteen minutes or so. Jen sat quietly in the passenger seat. She was naked beneath the full-length wool overcoat. Her Mistress switched off the engine of the 1960s Mercedes. “Follow me,” she said as she...
Do you believe in mind control? Francis spent a lot of money taking mind control classes at the university until scientists recently stated mind control was a joke. You can't make anyone do anything they don't want to. Actually Francis wasn't enrolled in a physical university. It was distant learning, on line with the Trans Pacific Western University. Not ac...
I got a call from my cousin Pete. He is my cousin from the wealthy side of the family, whereas, I am from the poorer side of the family. Pete invited me to a frat party at his college. He goes to a real college. It is a very prestigious university and people from all over the world go there. You would recognize the name if I told you, but, I probably should...