Inspired by a true story. The summer I was 19 I was going away to college where I would live in a dorm for 2.5 months. The college wasn't too far from home but far enough where it would be difficult to commute; besides, I was required to live on campus in the program that I was in. For the first time in my life, I was on my own. I won't go into too much bac...
Intro: "This story is written from both characters' points of view, alternating back and forth. It starts out with Liz talking. Each time the viewpoint changes from Liz to Bill, a line of (*) follows." -The Author * I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I can hear Bill moving about the living room, cursing under his breath. We had barely spoken over the pa...
What created indolence? Especially in those who normally expended life through industrious habits? That sluggish contemplation alone informed Ian Abercrombie of the dwindling morning's idleness. He glanced at the bedside clock. Day raced towards noon; his motivation remained contentedly anchored. Two good reasons for Abercrombie's immobility. Saturday. Paz...
You land at the airport not knowing what to expect. You've heard a lot of stories about this city. The people, the food, the music, the nightlife, the mysterious past and voodoo that is New Orleans has you curious. You are taking in as much as you can during the cab ride to the your hotel. It is early in the afternoon and the streets are filled with people...
Wedding plans didn't go into full swing immediately. Carolyn and Kumar planned the event for late June, to make sure that the girls had finished their freshman year of college and could be on hand to participate in all the activities—the dinner for the family members the day before the ceremony, the rehearsal of the wedding itself, and all manner of other th...
Author's note: This story will stand alone, but to understand the driving force behind it you should read the author's note in "The Dark Trilogy (1)." * It was the cliché‚ of all clichés. The husband coming home much earlier than expected and finding his wife in bed with another man and not just any 'other man', but his best friend. It wasn't supposed to h...
I walk up to the door retrieving my key from beneath my left breast. My fingertips like ice from the December air cut a chilling path along my skin. Nothing in this world ever feels as solid as this particular key. I break out in goose flesh as I place the key in the lock. My breath catches as I set my bag down in the snow. It is the same every time. Key i...
I still remember the day that I finally got my hands on a Genesis; it was Christmas Day and I was hunkered down in my apartment with my fiancé. A fierce snow storm relentlessly tormented the outside world but didn't affect me or Sarah, my fiancé, inside. We just exchanged gifts and had plans to go to her parents' house afterwards, the storm, however, had dif...
I first met Angelina when she was 20 and I was 10 years older. Her mother was Swiss and her father was English, like me. Everyone called her Angie. She was fairly innocent in my view and didn't even realize how attractive she was. A good figure, based on her height and her school athletics; combined with a pretty face and long brown hair. I was struck by he...
The morning was brisk, and the sun was only just rising. He looked up from his pillow at the slitted rays coming through the blinds. Then he let his head fall back down on the bed. Next to him lay a pile of curves and shadowy blankets, a body lost in the sheets and bedspread. He reached out a hand. With care, he pulled down the blankets. Exposed was a shou...