(Feedback appreciated) * There have been so many airports this year. First Tacoma, then London, then Glasgow—and finally, Boston. Travel like I'm running away from something, or like I'm finally free. Or maybe it's the same thing. Tonight is a bad night though, and the voices in my head won't shut up. I can't sleep, so instead, I'll sit here at this comp...
The world's oldest profession. Now there's something I never thought I'd fall into. Not a pious, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim sister like I once was. Life, it sure can kick you in the teeth, can't it? Considering what it ultimately led me to, I shouldn't complain, though. Life has a way of working out. My name is Saada Hawiye and I'm a young Somali woman livi...
[You my wonderful readers asked for this - so here it is, as requested, Part 2 to Sister Mary Learns A Lesson. Enjoy!] * After their first encounter together, for weeks Sister Mary avoided Jeremy as much as she could. The guilt about what she'd allowed him to do to her seemed to be eating her alive and kept her awake at night... even as she found respite...
Billie thought having a big brother was supposed to be a good thing; you know, someone to look out for you, someone to prevent anyone from bulling you; well that didn't work for him, his brother Frank was his bully. It started in middle school when he wanted to hang out with his brother, but Frank didn't want him to. "Go away Billie, I'm hanging out with my...
My destination was a town called Bradbury. I'd never been there before and had only ever scene it on a map. It was about 90 minutes south of the large college town where I had spent five years as an undergraduate. Upon arriving, in the early morning, after one night's stay in a motel outside Salt Lake City and a second stop-off in Denver to take in the nigh...
Chapter 9 - Two conversations The following morning, to the surprise of everyone in the English literature course, "Mr. Know-it-all" sat next to the girl who had pinned him with that nick-name. Of course, the rest of the class and the professor had no way of knowing what had happened between Mike and Ruthie over the weekend and had incorrectly assumed that...
I want to thank my editor, SlaveGirl70, for her fantastic edits. I appreciate everyone's comments and suggestions. If you enjoy this story, I think you might enjoy reading my others as well. If you like this story, please provide positive feedback, and that will encourage me to write more. ===== Me and my wife Wendy live in a lovely northwest suburb of Bo...
Prelude: Slave university cheerleaders had a lot of important rules and regulations they had to live by. One of the most important, however, was that they had to maintain their grades and not miss any practices or performances without a doctor's note from the school physician. Other rules were in place as well, both to protect the girls, and to make the sla...
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer Revised 2010 & 2019 Megan tied the belt on her robe as she walked down the stairs. She was running the water into her tub and planning a long luxurious soak. Her husband was off on another week-long business trip. Megan used her free time to relax and catch up on her reading. Megan entered her kitchen and retrieved some...
The next morning, I get up and check my phone. There's no message or anything from Amanda, so I send her one to say good morning. I get ready for work, get Grace's lunch packed and check her backpack for any projects she brought home and then I sit down at my laptop to do some writing until I need to get her up and ready for school. At 6:45 I'm out the door...