I can't do it. I can't. Oh god, this was such a bad idea. Parker stood in the small staff parking lot and leaned against her car, shivering. The sun hadn't yet risen and there was a surprisingly stiff breeze winding its way between the buildings. Ruwake High School loomed over her and she dug around in her purse, grabbing her pack of smokes and her lighter....
The last chord rang in the air. Three steel strings, plucked on the fingerboard, bright and keening, silver dissonance. The left hand held the neck of the guitar while the right hand fell gently upon the strings by the bridge. Gentle pressure, gradually increasing, the sound fading, fading, fading, then blending with the silence that filled the room. Sudde...
Hey, everyone! We're getting close to the end with these two. As always, thanks to my editor, who patiently points out my typos. I also want to thank everyone who's read so far! Please, if you read, review and leave a comment! I love to hear your reviews. It's like freaking crack! -- Chapter 8 Parker felt the splash of water onto his face. The cold rush w...
Saturday arrived and as after I climbed out of the shower I headed to the drawer for the kind of clothes I used to wear - It was rehearsal day. Fucking Parker! I was going somewhere with Parker and just reverted to good mummy mode. FUCK! I wasn't WITH Parker any more for fuck's sake, Parker was going to the same place as me so it was going to be fucking cu...
"You're up early, sweetheart." "Oh, hi. Yes, I couldn't sleep. Can I get you anything?" "A cup of coffee?" "Sure. Just a sec, okay," she said. As she poured his coffee, she put it in his favorite travel mug. He was dressed in his uniform and ready to leave so sitting down with her was out of the question. "How long will you be gone this time?" she asked...
It was two weeks later and everyone returned back to UC Sunnydale. Everyone at the school had heard about Parker’s arrest. The cause as to why he was arrested was pretty vague. Though now he was walking on the school grounds as if what he had done to Buffy Summers was nothing at all. He didn’t pay any attention as to where he was going and ran smack into wha...
Parker answered his phone with his usual, "Yo." "Do you even look to see who's calling when you answer?" Jamie's voice said. "Not usually." Parker admitted. "Why?" "I'd think that when I called, at least, I'd get something a little more romantic than, 'Yo'." He could tell she was just fucking with him, trying to poke him a little to see if he'd respond,...
Parker woke up to the sound of sizzling. Groggy and ever the grumpy morning person, she rolled out of bed and glared in the general direction of the noise. "Look everyone, she's finally awake." Grayson's sarcasm cut through her sleep haze and she rubbed her eyes, going to the railing and looking down. He was making pancakes on her stove and the smell of coff...
OK, a quick disclaimer before you get to the scene proper. In a previous story I submitted to Illustrated - MILF Model Melody I was accused of filching photos off the internet; that is not true, I know the model depicted in the piece, as difficult as that may be to believe, and I have her permission to use the images here. Seriously, believe it, I know her....
"Was I this bad at drawing when I first started?" Parker mumbled to herself. She was hunched over her desk and hadn't noticed the sun going down behind the wall of windows to her right. She'd been grading the first batch of assignments of her teaching career and should have been celebrating, but introductory art was almost never any good; she herself hadn't...