Another night in North London, England. Jonathan Starling sat in his apartment, sighing deeply as he looked at family pictures. His tall and dark-skinned Jamaican-American father, Jonas Starling, looking rugged while fishing in his hometown of Kingston, Jamaica. His mother Deirdre Hamilton, looking deceptively frail. The short and pale-skinned, fiery red-hai...
This is about the halfway point in the tale of Dr. Michaels and Jason. Let me know in the comments if you like it so far and want more! ***** Dr. Michaels had two cans of coffee for breakfast and drove into work simultaneously exhausted and jittery. She had a cigarette walking to class, but that just made her feel even worse. By the time she stood before h...
It's difficult to talk about this; I'm not sure what's happening to me. It feels a bit like some sort of mid-life crisis, but something about that doesn't ring true. If that's all it is, it wouldn't be her, I'd have gone to pieces over some dopey teen tart, God knows there are enough of them around. But I haven't. I find myself...well, affected I suppose...b...
Bianca waited, crossing and uncrossing her legs; the cool tug of the leather chair softly pulling at the skin of her thighs. The room engulfed her. Her plaid skirt was too short to allow her to sit back, so she perched at the edge of the chair, her legs swinging back and forth, her pendulous white socks reminding her of when she was a little girl. The room w...
'Jason, Amanda would like to see you now.' Jason's stomach knotted up and he swallowed dryly. He had expected the summons, but the shock still scared him. 'I'm sorry Jason.' 'Its Ok Sue,' Said Jason with feigned optimism, 'I'm sure it will be fine.' Jason knew it was not fine. Whatever Amanda wanted, it definitely would not be fine. Jason had got the job...
Hey, there. My name is Lauren Brigham. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, porcelain-skinned and somewhat curvy. My hair is long, curly and blonde-white. My eyes are the lightest shade of emerald and my best features are my cute face and finely rounded, heart-shaped and decidedly large bottom. I live in the city of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I'm a somewhat f...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 No similarity should be drawn between these fictitious characters and any real life people. This is simply a story. * The presidential election had been very one sided. The Muldavian press had picked a favorite, early on, and had done their part to make sure their man won. Their favorite was Kar Amabed. His eloquence was in...
Meet Phoebe Matias, Professor of Women's Studies and Feminist Theory at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, and educated at McGill University, Phoebe Matias is a striking Greco-Canadian woman with a good head on her shoulders. Five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but athletic, with dark bronze skin, long d...
Welcome to the City of Juba, Capital of South Sudan. After splitting from the Arab-dominated Sudan some time ago, the people of South Sudan are building a nation, but nothing truly worthwhile ever comes easy. Strife over economic, religious and ethnic issues have plagued the beautiful but troubled nation of South Sudan. That's why they are constantly on the...
2 days pass. It's Friday evening. I arrive at the company and see Daniël and Julian standing at the entrance. I wave. "Hey," I say when I reach them. I both give them a kiss to greet them. "Waiting on me?" I ask. "Yup, we were," Daniël says. "We'll take the car. You can join me if you want. Since you haven't seen my car yet," Daniël suggests. "Or you can...