Dave and Susan begin a beautiful friendship over breakfast. "Nice to meet you Susan Jill Parker. I'm Dave. Dave Ryan," he said offering her his big hand. Seeing her up close, as if seeing her for the first time, he saw her bloodied nose, her split lip, and the discolored, puffy mouse under her eye. His hero, she took as much of a beating as she gave. Those...
A husband and wife were eating at a Restaurant late one night when they were greeted by an older gentleman who happened to be homeless. Out of courtesy they allowed him to sit and talk with them. The man talked about all he places he had visited being homeless and how he lived alone and traveled alone. A wicked idea crossed the husbands mind and he decided t...
Ruth was enjoying a relaxing time in her bathtub. She had just gotten home from the homeless shelter where she worked. It had been a busy day as the cold Boston winter had set in and those men who normally were too stubborn to come in for a hot dinner had finally conceded. She was enjoying a glass of wine and was going to cuddle in bed with a book. Ruth was...
A Note To My Usual Readers: Although I have submitted up to this point nothing but erotic stories, I have always been more invested in the telling of stories more than the sex. Sometimes I think I succeeded, and sometimes I failed, but I always learned from my every attempt. In this story (a simple short story), I depart from my usual to write a non-erotic s...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
"Samuel, I'm sorry but I'm just not interested, besides, I'm with someone else," Esther Voltaire said to me, after I confessed my feelings to her. Esther, the queen of the Haitian Adventist church of Ottawa, and the gal I've worshipped since High School. One bright Saturday morning I decided to tell her how I feel, and as you can see, the results were less t...
Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It's funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me "King Suleiman" in recent times. It's my Muslim name, though it's n...
"Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick or treat," dancing around her and taunting her in a wild melee of mean spirited activity, disguised in Halloween masks, the four teenage boys screamed their hatred at her. I was stunned. I couldn't believe my eyes. It took me a second to react to what they were doing and to what I was seeing, before I went into action....
As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * There's no one here but us. Tell me. Do you wish you were rich? If you're not already rich, do you wonder why you're not rich? Why "them" and not "you"? Listed below are SusanJillParker's miscellaneous ramblings of things that are not right and/or not fair with the biggest issue being money. MONEY. M-O-N-E-Y....
All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives...