Quinn’s Senior Year: Mr. McPhee and European History “Is that something you’d like to share with the class, Quinn?” My head snapped forward toward the front of the class, the note plunged into my backpack, and my heart jumped into my throat. Shit. “Ughm, no, I’m cool, Mr. McPhee,” I replied in the most nonchalant manner possible. Nevertheless, he was wa...
Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with--in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my...
Amber turned on the lights and looked across the silent, empty dressing room. She stepped over to the lockers and ran her fingers along their doors as she walked down the first row. Reaching the end, she noticed a bra peeking out from under the bench. She'd seen it the night before, but had assumed that whoever it belonged to would pick it up before they lef...
I know it's been a while, but here's a story I've had in the works for some time. I honestly don't like the story until the end (this is 2 part story). All characters are above the age of 18. ***** Chapter 1 Jimmy was a geeky kind of kid, though not overly. Standing at 5 feet 10 inches, he wasn't one of the biggest boys at school, but he wasn't the smalle...
This is my first submission to the site. All comments are welcome... -Santana- I paused at the library doors and stared up at the sun. It was particularly blinding that day but I barely squinted as I stared straight into its brightness. I thought back to another day like this one, a day where the sun was blinding and the air was muggy and humid. I was 17...
This is module one, chapter one. This is going to be a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 3 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. Module one, our main character, Stanley, is a senior in high school....
(Authoress note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked me to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at some point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at least one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the order...
John was the typical high school loser, and he knew it. There were a variety of reasons for his lack of popularity, but he knew insufficient confidence was at the top of his list. He was a little less than average height, scrawny, and as far as he was concerned, not particularly handsome. He had friends—other high school losers—and they were all guys. Becaus...
[All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Readers offended by descriptions of bodily functions should not read further.] Once more, with love to Megs The worst thing about everything that was happening was that I was an 18-year-old high school girl but my English teacher still sent notes home to my mother. I had asked Miss Steele why she sti...
When I was a teenager, I lived in England with my parents who both worked for an international pharmaceuticals firm. We lived in a village about 20 miles outside of the city where my parents worked and where I was finishing high school. Most days I caught a bus home, but a couple of times a month, when I had an after school activity, I had to go to someone's...