Hey, there. What's up? Kelvin James Guillot is the name, and I'm a young man living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. My father, Oscar Guillot, is Afro-Caribbean, originally from the island of Haiti, and my mother Jennifer Hughley is white, originally from the City of London, Ontario. I guess that makes me Haitian-Canadian. Cool. My folks met as students at Q...
The night passed by, and Veronica and I spent more time around each other. We learned a lot about each other, after our previous night together we made a very delicious brew of coffee, which is how I found out about her love of morning coffee and a single cigarette. I've never smoked, but seeing her with one in hand while drinking coffee felt very right. I o...
Kickstarting the Economy Mark woke up early as usual, went to his desk, grabbed his coffee and went through his morning reports. Afterwards he decided to browse through some news sites, reading news article upon news article about Chinese submarines floating through the air and that they were being beached upon China's shoreline, because they had attacked...
CHAPTER 1 Book publishers Flynn & Lombardy, attempting to ride on novelist Jane Austen-Frewin's popularity to push her new novel, 'Legs Wide Open' into the best seller's list, announced in a newspaper and on local TV and radio it would conduct a competition at the widely promoted author's next public appearance. People attending the function at Woodley Mal...
There are two ways to heal a man, heal the body by completing his mortal desires, may it be money or through the cravings of the flesh. The other and more suggestive way is to heal the soul by the means of pilgrimage and isolation. That's what my pastor used to say when my family and I went to church. I'm not a very religious woman, but I try to be, I do it...
Everyone’s over 18, blah, blah, etc… BTW, this story will be infinitely more enjoyable if you read the other chapters first. Sally Reynolds, a suitcase in one hand and a roller tote dragging behind her, tripped over two boxes inconveniently placed across the entryway to her dorm room. As she lifted her head from the floor she quickly realized that the two...
(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out th...
She stood up, stepping out of the taxi, straightening her dress as she turned to look towards the source of the sound. The evening was warm without being a single degree to hot and it carried the mash of sounds easily from the well lit and well presented house that was crawling with its young guests. The house seemed almost alive as people danced across the...
It was a black night, the lone source of light came from two neon green lights seemingly floating across the field. The lights weren't floating though, they were walking mounted to the head of if not the world's most famous "archeologist" certainly it's most lusted after. She normally didn't care much in the way of equipment, a pair of pistols and enough amm...
Note this is a true story. Only the names have been changed to protect everyone involved. My name is Mike. It all started very innocently. There was no ultimate plan of seduction, at least in the beginning there was not. I was about 25 at the time the main part of this story took place. I was also single and lonely because of how hard it is to meet women af...