Note from author: Emma and Sylar's relationship has plagued me for the last week with constant growth where I saw them as characters, not just pawns in a theoretically nice plot-line. If I manage to finish this story, I will most likely go back and edit to make the story run flawlessly. But right now, I need to get their story out before it bores me and I j...
Jim Grant moved quickly down the long, semi-illuminated, basement hallway. The eighteen-year-old was one of the editors of the high school paper and had spent the better part of two hours rewriting an article that had been turned in three hours before the paper had to be sent to press. If it had been up to Jim, he would've just tossed the poorly written fea...
All characters are over the age of 18 unless stated otherwise. Thanks for reading, voting, commenting and sending feedback. I appreciate all of it. **** MONDAY "Thanks for the ride Bobby," I state as I awkwardly attempt to climb into his pickup truck. It's an ungainly attempt as I forget that my book bag, which I usually have on my left shoulder, is now...
Dear reader, this is a sequel to two stories posted in the Interracial category: Victoria, The Black Man's Whore and Victoria's Lucky Day at Work. Hope you enjoy this story. Victoria Petersen started the preparations for her afternoon party in the morning. Although she had booked the hotel suite and ordered the drinks and snacks two days earlier, she still...
The armored-transport vehicle rocked slightly as it struck an abandoned car on the edge of a massive ghetto called The Labyrinth; a dense, vertical wasteland of hollowed out factories, gang controlled apartment buildings, and miles of derelict subway lines. The armored-transport vehicle, more affectionately called a 'Turtle' by the UNABU soldiers inside, was...
Chapter Five: Putting the Pieces Together Pacing in front of the large window behind his desk, Robert Armestead was worried. He hadn't heard from either Manelli or Silverman. Yesterday, he had sent them to follow McKenzie and, if the opportunity arose, introduce themselves in their usual fashion. He expected to hear from them yesterday evening but they neve...
Author's Note: DG Hear, MistressLynn and myself are doing a mini writing invitational. We are each picking one song from Ray Price and using it as the basis for a story. I've picked "City Lights," DG Hear, "For the Good Times," and MistressLynn (aka MissLynn), "That's All That Matters." I decided to also do, "A Girl in the Night." We hope you enjoy the sto...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. This series is a spin off to 'Breaking The Internet', a story I wrote last year around this time. The ideas and themes that were introduced in that story will be thoroughly explored through this series. Hope you all enjoy! *******...
Hi I'm Ken. Well I was, now I'm called Brenda. Here's a bit of my story for you. I hope you don't make the same mistakes I did. Because until I got caught misbehaving by my mistress, life was pretty good. At 38, I had a great job as an office manager in charge of 25 or so employees, mostly women, a really good salary, a nice office and plenty of job securit...
Chapter Two. Of course she didn't call him -- not the next day or the next week. And of course he didn't dare call her; too many unspoken taboos surrounding their relationship (was it even that?) He tried to dial once or twice, but never got past moving his thumb over her name in the display -- a strange name, exotic. His lips formed the syllables, soundles...