Note- This is totally fictional and has no basis whatsoever in the truth. xxx "I can't stand black guys. I would never touch one. It's gross." These were the very words that wealthy heiress Paris Hilton famously uttered as a drunken teenager. Now she was a mature thirty something the successful media personality and model was besotted by those of a darke...
Written as a commission. "OK, seriously, what are we doing here?" asked Gabrielle Union, hoisting her designer sunglasses and surveying her surroundings. "What do you think we're doing?" replied Jessica Alba. "We're getting a drink." "Yes, but why...here?" said Gabrielle, wiping a thick layer of dust from a nearby table and peering at her dirtied finge...
The following story takes place during the 2003 United States Curling Women's Championships in Utica, New York. It is a work of fiction. It was roughly 10 PM when I walked into the bar. I was a newbie sports reporter with the New York Times, sent to cover the United States Curling Women's Championships. My editor thought it would be a hazing ritual but to b...
Forgive me Father for I have sinned. We are all of us sinners my son. Even on a Monday morning. Thank you Father. So tell me my son. First confession of the week, so I do hope it's a good one. It's good and bad. Allow me to be the judge of that. Of course Father. Well it's my sister-in-law. Your brother's wife? My wife's sister. What precisely is th...
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Authors note: So here we go with chapter 3 & I'm afraid this one is a bit shorter. But before we continue Max's adventure I just wanted to thank you all for the positive feed-back both in the comments of my last chapter and via email! Then too, if there are readers familiar with my work on chyoo.com, you may notice I reintroduced ideas from the threads I wro...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Miami, Florida Light cast into the darkness, creating a small flame at the edge of a lighter. The cigarette lit, ready for Ramón to push it up to his lips and take a long drag. Outside, the winter evening had ca...
Now I never thought that Eliza had actually been murdered, but I was shocked nonetheless with the twists in the story. I was having more and more fun each passing moment, like living in an episode of 24. "I thought you were dead." I said into the phone. Eliza laughed on the other end. "I was. At least for a little while but I'm back." "I can see that." I...
Alba's phone vibrated in her pocket. Short bursts indicated texts. She shifted her shower caddy to her left hand so that she could pull out her phone with her right. There were two texts from Michael. Text 1: "I know it's short notice but there's a Doctor Who marathon at the indie theatre downtown. It starts tomorrow at 7PM and is 24 hours until Sunday at 7...
It was crowded in the kitchen. Perspiration gathered on the back of her Alba's neck under her long, dark hair. She was about to escape to her best friend Abby's room when she felt a man press his body against her back. She felt his warmth through her tank top and across the back of her legs. A hand, armed with a carrot, reached around and scooped onion dip o...