This story is about my roommate and me during our first year in college. When I think of the craziest shit I pulled in college, this story definitely tops the list. My name is Shane, and right now, I'm a senior in college, but this story goes back a few years to the days in the dorms. Back then, I was new to the idea of not having parents around, as well as...
The weekend was intended as a surprise with a difference! He drove them down to Devon early one Saturday morning. The autumn colours were magnificent en route, as he deliberately skirted the main motorway. She was gagged, and sat respectfully alongside him as he drove slowly along the Exmoor road, through timeless villages with their charming pubs. She had d...
It is a dark and stormy night; the power had gone out recently so all of the residents in the studio complex lit their giant rooms with candles and battery powered light fixtures. On the top floor lived a beautiful young woman who had only moved in a month ago at the tender age of nineteen. Standing at a mere five-two, styled red hair that fluffed up and hun...
Dear Dirty Diary, A snore from my husband interrupted my sleep and when soft dreamy music and squeals of delight floated into my ears, my eyes popped open. I concentrated, trying to locate its source. Doug was sound asleep, as he should be at 1:18 in the morning. I most carefully slid out of bed, so as not to disturb him and tiptoed downstairs toward the so...
A very long weekend. Emma and James sat in his private jet, on their way to the Castle of the Hawks. They were pensive and said little to each other during the journey. As the jet came to a stop, James leant over and kissed his wife and whispered, 'I love you. Don't forget it and keep me in your thoughts...please?' Emma smiled at James and stroked his...
You have that look about you. You’re up to something and is as pleased as punch with yourself. I cannot imagine what it is that has you looking like a cat who got the cream. “I’ll be back in a bit,” you tell me as you bolt for the door, “there’s a letter for you on the hall table. You’d better look at it, it looks important.” “What’s it about?” I yell to h...
In between classes she darted into the restroom to check her hair. Leaning against the damp sinks, she peered into the mirror, sighing at the errant tendrils that seemed to pull themselves, willy-nilly, from whatever arrangement she designed. She wet her fingers and raked them through the gold-brown skeins of hair, half of her mind attentive for the bell, th...
Fortunately for me, my last two classes were my higher level classes so I was able to simply assign them some silent reading as well as summary essay of what they read. Doing so allowed for me to remain behind my desk and reflect on everything that had occurred so far. However, I only was granted a few moments of reflection before I was interrupted by the bu...
The employees who worked in the International Bank Tower were familiar with elevator number three. It wasn't something that happened often, but it did happen, over the course of a year, perhaps two, or maybe three times. The computer, which controlled the elevators, hiccupped. There was no other word for it that they could think of. Hiccup seemed to work....
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years old. ***** Margarette had considered herself a refined lady for as long as she could remember. Her parents were set up with old family money to which they added from their lucrative careers as attorneys. Perhaps because they took her to operas and classical concerts from a young age,...