This story follows on from a previous story I wrote about Faith. For something different I thought I might try and see if I could write this from the girl's perspective. Faith Dials A Daddy - Special Home Services. *** I have been keeping away from the online classifieds since I had that strange interaction with Mr Mature a few weeks ago. I'm 37, recently...
There are rumors that have been passed down through the generations regarding a local cemetery in Lucas Ohio, Mt. Olive cemetery, and it is said to have been the site of a hanging in the late eighteen hundreds. The victim, a supposed witch, known by most locals as Mary Jane, or Bloody Mary, was actually Mary Jane Hendrickson, a spinster who had lived her ent...
As I slowly make my way across the room towards Andre and Chuck, Andre takes a seat on the couch and Chuck reaches out to take my hand lifting my arm up above my head and indicating I should spin for him. I slowly turn around on the ball of one foot, the other lifted slightly off the ground. "What do you think?" Chuck asks Andre as he reaches down and runs...
Acknowledgements: oldnakeddad, editor * I'm getting off of the bus in Ninh Hoa, a rural town one hour north of Nha Trang, in Vietnam. It's been forty-eight hours since I'd boarded my flight out of Calgary. Exhaustion isn't the worst part...my skin is soaking in sweat and I need to get out of my clothes. How can the locals be wearing jeans? I look for my h...
This is the story of how I got my first "real" job. I had worked in retail while studying but now I needed to get something 9-5. I had applied for loads of things but hadn't had much luck. Then I signed up with a recruitment agency. The guy I met was a typical recruiter; late 20s, shiny suit, not bad looking but a bit cocky. As I filled out my paperwork I...
Twigs snap under my feet as I run for my life through the dark forest, with only a bit of pale moonlight to guide me. A low hanging branch violently rips through my simple cotton dress, causing me to stumble and fall in a heap. Scrambling behind a large tree trunk, I try to slow my breath, my chest heaving, straining for more of the cool night air. Heavy f...
I had a sinking feeling in my gut as soon as I saw the box. Before she even opened it I knew what it was going to be. It was the right size and shape. It was also diabolical and genius. I suppose I had no one else to blame but myself. Besides, there was nothing I could do to stop it at this point. In a matter of moments my tiny, little secret would be out of...
HER POV: It all started when I was on POF, that was my first mistake. I'd been single for about 6 months and been meeting a few guys here and there. I'm 24, single, working, and busy. I've got a life but I wanted to fool around a little, after all, I'm still young. I'm pretty slender, I've got a few curves, but for the most part I'm fit. I'm also blonde and...
Eleanor speared a piece of ravioli on her fork as she listened to her friend chatter away. The restaurant was busy, but not busy enough to drown out the mindless rambling of her best friend. Eleanor was happy for Theresa, she really was. The glint of Theresa's engagement ring caught Eleanor's eye often, and she smiled along to Theresa talking about her wed...
This story follows on from The Piss Slave's Confessional, which it is advised you read prior to this story. It is just a short letter. Sent some time ago in real life. Here is the response. *** Everyone was caught up in the mood of the city that evening. You could sense the relief of the workers. Exorcising workplace daemons and purging themselves of the c...