"Max, this is Jen, how are you?" The metallic sounding voice came from the phone. "I'm fine Jen, I spoke to you yesterday. Not much happens in a day." "Max, with you god only knows what can happen in a day." "No matter what you say, you are not calling to check on my health. Even if you were t,here is nothing new to report. You already knew that I am eat...
“Oh shit! Shit! SHIT!!” Brianna sprung out of bed in a daze. She fell asleep with her laptop and books strewn about her, and now she was late for class. She was busting her butt over her Masters thesis and the lack of sleep was really getting to her. Racing to the bathroom for a quick hot shower to shake the sleepiness from her weary body. As the hot water r...
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Paul glanced at his watch again. One thirty. They had already overrun their schedule by thirty minutes, and the crowd had, if anything, gotten even bigger. Thankfully the store owner was only too happy to things to drag on; the old goat probably wouldn't see this kind of footfall for the rest of the month combined. Ten more minutes, maybe. Things were going...
Polly Tarantella hadn't always been the great custodian of Crystal Passion's legacy nor always the music's greatest champion. In fact, I first heard of her when Olivia—one of the few original band-members I still keep in touch with—e-mailed me a link to a Rock Music website I'd never have discovered otherwise in which Polly Tarantella lambasted Crystal Passi...
-Thanks to AMY_Monaco for help with editing. If it looks good, the credit goes to her; if not, blame me. Simple. -A man looking for a new life gets more than he expected when he unwittingly moves into a magical community. * So far the beautiful early summer day had been going perfectly as Jack Gardner moved his stuff out of his car and into his new apartm...
Disclaimer: I'm not a misogynist, though this story may convince you otherwise. Fantasies are fantasies, bro. Please practice safe, sane, and consensual sex. The Barrens district of Angel City sprawled out in front of Rebecca "Codeine" Lane. Almost every building in the place was a "habitation unit" repurposed from aggressively rectangular deep space shi...
Richard has been going on at me to have a little tattoo done for years and until recently I had always managed to avoid his persuasion. This year much to his delight however, I agreed to have one done. I don't know what came over me to make this decision, possibly my more exhibitionistic attitude of late or just thinking this might put the tingle back into...
I'd had a great first semester at school. My grades were pretty decent, I'd made a wonderful new friend in Cindy and I was having a great time in the tri-delta sorority house. Still, by the time Christmas break rolled around, I was pretty much exhausted and when I got home I wasn't up for much of anything. My sister, who is a spitting image of me, only about...
Derek Matthews was standing at the counter of his local cafe, tapping his fingers impatiently and looking around at the room full of empty tables and chairs. A young foreign guy appeared behind the counter. "Yeah, what can I get you?" said the foreigner in a strong Eastern European accent. "About bloody time, an' all," Derek grumbled under his breath, then...