It's been a week since I spoke to Melody. She sits at the back of the class and stares out the window most days. She doesn't wear her leather jacket as much anymore. I miss it; I sort of like the bad girl look. I find myself starring at her most days; sunshine just gets caught in her long, dark and messy hair. I miss her. If she won't talk to me, there is no...
The end and the beginning of me Who am I? Good question. But irrelevant. I am a work in progress. So even if I could answer it the reply will change in time. Who was I? That's a question I can easily answer. I was nobody. I was the invisible girl that sits in the corner booth at the local cafe working remotely on her laptop taking a break from time to t...
The wind whistles around the corner of the building. I see you bundled up in your coat with your scarf pulled around your neck. The ends whip in the wind and seem to wave tauntingly at me. You are oblivious to me, but I see you. I always see you. I saw you yesterday and the day before and everyday except last Tuesday when you called in sick, but spent th...
I'm currently writing a book (heading towards publication). When I get writer's block, I found the best way to combat it is by writing something completely different; a short story, an essay, a few paragraphs. This is one of those stories. It started out small, then grew to 'series' potential. If folks like it, I'll keep going with it. Enjoy. _____________...
Jessica found it laying in the field behind her house. She was sun bathing nude when, in the corner of her eye, she saw something glittering in the sunlight. It was a golden pendant. When she wore it, she saw her body disappear. Jessica wasn't hurt in any way, but she was just invisible. She took it off. She went back inside, put on some clothes, and put the...
Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory from a year before the aquarium incident. She was thirty-six at the time, and wearing a tight-fitting dress, high heels, and heavy makeup. She was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room one December afternoon after having just finished teaching at McGill University. She'd heard some unpleasant news earli...
The Nibelung saga is one of the oldest written documents of the Nordic literature. Anyway, there are parts inside the original script described only scarcely, especially concerning the wedding night. This short story may suggest a description what might have happened in reality. The Nibelung saga tells us the story of the court of the Burgundian King Gunter...
Stacy was slept soundly unaware of what had just transpired in the apartment above her and unaware of the sexually charged goo dripping into hers. The slime slid down the wall forming a puddle on the floor of her bedroom growing until it reached the legs of her bed. The door was pushed closed and locked by invisible hands and then a glowing mist started to...
You sit on the edge of your bed, awash in the cold light emanating from your laptop on the nightstand that serves as your makeshift desk. You glance at the clock on your toolbar and sigh. 2:37 a.m. and both sleep and ideas elude you. You push back from the edge slightly and close your eyes, reviewing in your mind what you've written so far. The words came s...
Quick Note: This one starts out a teeny bit slowly, but I promise it gets really saucy really quickly after that. I've got a story arc in mind for this series (you can expect plenty of sex along the way) but I'm eager to get some suggestions from you guys on what you'd like to see Mia do, after the positive feedback I got on part 1. Next time Mia will use to...