"What did you do that for?" Faeona demanded after Rogue abruptly hung up the phone. "Hu-wh-what?" "Why did you hang up?" He had somehow managed to get on his feet without the need to shift forms. Nevertheless, he tottered in her direction nearly falling over from the weight of his overstuffed belly. She was obviously shocked; her brown eyes darted about he...
Dear readers, this is part 6 of "A Summer on the Road." It would be best to read the previous chapters before this one. By the way, thanks for all the encouraging comments. They really help to motivate! Hope you enjoy! **** Paul watched pensively as the morning sunlight illuminated the tops of the Front Range peaks. He would never tire of this view an...
Misty looked at the house from the outside then at the ad she had printed off the computer. She took another look at the large two story house with the dark brown paneling. The black door and black mailbox clashed greatly with all the other white or brightly colored houses on the block. She couldn't help but think that this misfit house was the place where s...
Out into the snow, the temporary shelter of the overpass, the heavy down jacket the only thing between him and hypothermia, in search of a party. He had the address written - oh so cool, like a goddamn barfly or something - on a matchbook, but when he got to the right neighbourhood he got utterly turned around and wound up in a convenience store full of hip...
Author's Note- The first half of this story takes place concurrently with the events of Celebrity Liaison Chapter 7. This time it's from Natalie Portman's point of view and would best be read after reading Chapter 7. It's an experimental chapter so bear with me. I'm Natalie Portman. As every knows, I'm an actress who likes to keep her private life nice, s...
Chapter 1 From far, the two looked like they were having a normal, intimate session between two females. The younger one of the two seemed to be splashing around in the lake while the elder one looked on encouragingly. If one didn't know better, they'd thought she was trying to teach the younger one to swim. However, one should know better, especially if th...
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Hi there, I'm sorry for the delay. This is the finale for Chalk and Cheese. I've decided that Mike deserves a story of his own so Mike and Veronica will be dealt with next (I promise). With regard to the title, Chalk and Cheese is a very British expression, and as catman71 said, it is about complete opposites. Thanks very much for all your comments and votin...
By the time I got home from college I was stressed beyond belief. My eyes were red and sore from crying over failing my English Lit test, and my belly sore from all the butterflies that had been fluttering about in it for so long, worrying and stressing about my entire life. I raced upstairs to my bedroom without checking the house for occupants, and threw...
On the edge of the L.A. suburb Hollywood was a sprawling set of buildings surrounded by a concrete wall topped with barbed wire. Apart from the neon sign that said 'Shooting Star Studios,' it looked like a bunch of warehouses in a prisoner-of-war camp. However, enter one of those buildings and you would be transported to another place and time—the interior o...