Her name is Julie, she's four feet eight inches tall and light maybe one-hundred pounds soaking wet. Her hair is red, long and not terribly well kept, she wears no makeup but her green eyes shine when she looks at you. She wears a dirty plain white t shirt that's too big over a old ratty purple sports bra that holds her pleasantly sized C cup breasts, old ta...
William was tired of it all. He felt trapped going from table to table and talking to boring, uptight people who only wanted to speak with him since he was a prince. Pretty rich girls dressed in beautiful designer dresses gathered around him giggling and batting their eyelashes trying to catch his attention. It wasn't unusual for him to be around classy rich...
WARNING: This novel contains explicit language, violent situations and graphic sexual references throughout. ***** Raheem Ford, back in his hometown of Ottawa after spending a few years in Calgary, meets the sensual but tough talking Amira Cruz while staying at a homeless shelter in the city. Despite clashing violently when they first meet, they soon emba...
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A young musician named Rich left his shabby, low-rent apartment at dusk with a beat up guitar case. He climbed into his rusty old Chevy van, and the tired engine sprung to life, making a racket and vibrating badly. Rich shook his head waiting for some of the noise to go away when the oil warmed up a bit. He knew the engine was running on borrowed time. He d...
I'm really looking forward to our cruise in December with my husband Ed, his co-worker Marcus and his sister Marchelle. I'm trying to get in shape because I want to knock Marcus socks off whenever he sees me in my skimpy bikini. I know Ed is looking forward to the trip because he's looking forward to seeing Marchelle in a bikini as well. I plan on spending...
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...
I watched her from the shadows, unseen, unnoticed. She has grown up in the four years since we first met. Then she was a skinny twelve year old with braces, now a beautiful young adult. Four years ago I was homeless, sleeping on park benches and begging for handouts. Unless you have been homeless yourself you have no idea how demoralizing it is. Dirty and h...
In addition to creating realistic characters, in realistic (if not fantastic) situations, I've included a few exercises to help build those literary muscles. At the end of this piece, there should be some interesting situations Once you believe you have your cast of characters in full dimension, it is up to you to test these characters to insure they are n...
Disclaimer: I do not down Dragonball Z and I am not making any profit from this work. Thirst Slowly I look around, inhaling the scents of this city. My sharpened senses pick up the scents that no human could ever imagine. A sickened shiver runs down my spine as I taste the stench of hour old vomit and urine from drunken youths, as well as a million other...