Majorly revised. It has an ending now, for one thing. I hope readers like it more. Sorry wasn't better from the start. On Being Told I Am Not Interesting The stupid photographer said I was not interesting. Stupid jerk. So superior and snooty. I am over six feet tall, I have blonde hair down to the middle of my back and a good figure. How could he say I wa...
The story continues, I truly hope you have enjoyed reading the previous chapters. If this is your first time reading my storie you might appreciate this one more if you read them in sequence. Please enjoy and let me know what you think by your feed back and voting. Thank you, Little-nymphe It is Saturday morning, the sun is bright as I look out the window...
We will make her ours angel * * * I struggled to hear the connected tone as I held the phone away from my dripping hair, water running down the nape of my neck and those few drops running over my forehead that had been missed by the wrapped towel, you picked up. "Hello you," I said as I heard your standard phone greeting, smiling at myself as I heard the...
He was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever laid eyes on. Skinny with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, the underside of his hair shaven. He looked a lot like Jeff Hardy, which is what drew me, us, to him in the first place. His cute, crooked smile was enchanting and the age lines by his eyes and on his forehead were endearing. He had a smal...
Adam was bored. No, bored was not quite strong enough. Frustrated and irritated were better words. Whose idea was it, anyway, to have these periodic company meetings on Friday afternoons? They were inane, pointless, and way too damned long. He had better things to do, as did most everyone here, he guessed. "Jesus," he muttered. "This place is run by freakin...
As I sat in the food court of my local mall I worried about my future. I was 22 years old and recently lost my job at an electronics store. I didn't have enough money and wasn't sure how I was going to come up with rent. I was going through the ads in the local newspaper when a gorgeous woman caught my eye. She was around 5'9" with gorgeous eyes and an amazi...
PART 1 Emily was sitting on the couch, reading her book. A breeze pushed its way through the open window, catching on the pages, gently ruffling them. The cool ocean air felt good on her skin, the smell of the beach relaxed her, the occasional crow of a seagull was melodic. Lexi was laying down on her stomach on the floor below her, working on a miniature...
Anne is the Office Manager in a branch office of the company that I work for. I'm a Customer Service Rep and I stop by Anne's branch about once a month while following up with new contacts, customer complaints, etc. Anne is a very approachable and pleasant person to be around. She is very good at dealing with people. Her "people skills" and her personality m...
( 1 ) The Awakening I awake and I feel Séna's head nestled in the crook of my arm. Her soft, raven hair smells like jasmine, and her smooth skin is silk on my flesh. She moans softly in her sleep, and her little hand slides across my chest, causing me to shiver a bit with memories of the passion we shared before sleep finally claimed us. Suddenly I realiz...
Life is more dramatic than drama 6.30 AM It was early morning; I heard loud noises from the corridor of our Hostel. I came out of the room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle was found besides the bed. Gandhi married six months earlier to Madhusmita, studying...