Alice was swimming hard. The pool of piss and tears just got deeper and deeper and when her feet had finally lost contact with the ground she knew trouble was ahead. Tweedledee and Tweedledum had been washed away some time ago like two bobbing corks and poor Imogen just sank like a stone from the combined weight of the metal that decorated her mouth and pier...
Monday morning the waterbed sprung yet another leak. Instead of trying to patch it, I decided it was time to recycle it, and leave it for fuel at the nearest beach fire pit. Jade was out interviewing for a couple of jobs, so I took the opportunity to surprise her by draining, dismantling, and disposing of her most hated piece of furniture. When she got home,...
I did get some response to this. I'm glad so many liked it. I will continue as I do by assuming you read the first chapter. Keep in mind this is amateur work and there are bound to be some mistakes and regionalisms. I hope you can follow and enjoy the story. This one will go farther than the first part did. +++++ Several weeks into school now, my life had...
I awoke five days later in a hospital. The majority of my body was covered in casts or bandages. I was in some sort of traction bed, so I was completely immobilized. I lay there for a few minutes trying to remember what had happened to me. When I couldn't I became frightened. I even imagined that I might be dead like those characters in movies who don't reme...
My name is Melanie, and I am a student at a large state university—a place that has quite a reputation as a party school. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I am masquerading as a student to get some interesting perspectives on college life in the millennial age. I am really a writer/blogger working for an alternative newspaper. My editor approa...
Special thanks to DawnJ for helping me with edits. Please don't reprint my stories; writing is hard work! *** The white war horse's massive hooves slowly rose and fell, wrenching the soft dirt on the narrow forest path that served as a causeway in northern Germania. Each footfall brought the smell of rotting soil to Marcus Drusus Tertius, perched atop the...
Chapter 12 The Science of Abuse Daphne Maxwell and Hector Ceballos rose from the leather sofa as a young woman in prison uniform walked into the reception foyer. Pamela Clayton strode across the pristine white tiles with a firm athletic tread that reminded Daphne of Rosa Ortiz. The uniform of tight skirt, white blouse and dark blue tie was not as revealing...
March 7th 2008 So I must apologize, I've been neglecting you Isabella! It's harder than I thought to keep a journal! I assumed I'd be able to just empty the contents of my mind at the end of each day directly into word form for you but you know, a lot of the time when I get home I'm too damn tired to pick up a fork let alone a pen! Speaking of forks, after...
This is the tale of the sequence of events that occurred over time and changed the direction of my married life. To this day, I am still amazed at how things developed, and what my wife and I learned about each other along the way. Ellen and I met in college and married three years ago as soon as we completed graduate school. She earned an MBA in finance an...
It was 7:30 am, and a young man in his 18s was going around and around in his room. He was ready to go to school, but he couldn't find his headphones. On the other side of the door, a female voice was heard "Hurry up honey, or you'll be late". The boy kept stirring the sheets and looked under his bed, but there was no sign of his headphones. "Mom, I can't fi...