All characters are 18 years old or older. This may be the end of this story (if I feel that there is no more to say). Thank you for all the lovely comments and for all of your support. Writing this story has been very helpful for me. So, if there comes a time when I stop writing it, I suppose the story has served its purpose. I hope that it may also help som...
I stretch quickly and start walking down my street. I need to get this done quickly, otherwise I’ll be late for school. It’s the first time my parents have let me out at such an early time and I’m grateful for it, even if it’s not what I first wanted. You can’t see the sunrise at twenty to seven in the morning, but you can at least feel the early morning chi...
Hi everyone! Finally, I've managed to churn out this last chapter! Believe it or not, I wrote it all in two days. The inspiration just kept on flowing so let's hope it stays that way! And to thank all of you for your endless support and encouragement, I've started writing the sequel and the first chapter should be out very soon. Chapter 14 "Archangel And...
Sketches in the Night I The Cop He left Homicide a little after midnight, turned east on 51st and headed towards the lake, for his apartment off South University. He rubbed his eyes, tried to wipe away the burn that had come with working thirty hours straight, then he yawned, pinched away a lacrimal tear as he pulled up to the red light at Cottage Grove. H...
"Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner," Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack. "And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn't let you talk us out of going up to Megan's place for Christmas," she said without even breaking her stride. "Come on, I bet we'd have so much more fun on a sandy bea...
ATTENTION READERS: The following is not a complete story. It is the first chapter of a novel I am writing called Secrets in the Dark. This novel will be filled with mystery, suspense, intrigue, and of course erotic liaisons. I have been working on this novel in my spare time over the past year. I am looking for feedback as to the following: -Do the chara...
As she did every year, Ivory found the long march south arduous. She was fatigued and shivered uncontrollably from the cold. Winter had arrived early. Although the snow was powdery, it was settling and had become ever more difficult to trudge through. A journey such as this would be tiring in any season, but was even more so when confronted by snowy gales an...
The alarm. Again. He had heard it now maybe twice before, and always at intervals of 10 minutes. Time just enough to fall back into dreaming--the plot continues but is now informed by that subliminal contingency of just 10 minutes more. Shit. Why don't she turn the fucking thing off? And so consciousness arrived to confirm a splinter--at first only a v...
It all started because I needed a place to land after my sister and her husband kicked me out. Lucy put it quite delicately, "Frankly Jezi, Derrick is sick of your lazy shit and wants you off our couch." Then she shoved a wad of crumpled bills into my hand and closed the front door. I had just lost my job the week before as a hostess at Applebee's and had...
**This article is for internal use only. Not for release outside the Institute, except as required by law.** My Interview with the Professor by Stephanie Weingarten The first notes I have are from my walk-in to her Fabrics and Materials class. My visitor's tag was waiting, and I was soon wandering the elegant but functional halls. As befit (I have to avo...