Cindy, a precocious eighteen year old in her twelfth grade at high school, smiled sweetly at her mother and assured her that she would not stay out late. Clare, her best friend, also had school in the morning, so they would not leave it too late leaving the city centre. They would watch the movie, grab a McDonald's and catch the bus home before the riff-raff...
Writing this particular story has been difficult. Vivid memories of a dear departed friend and the pain made me scrap and rewrite it several times. It was Tanya who encouraged me to finish, feeling it will put some of the later events, not yet written, into perspective. This story is the fourth in a series of events that have actually taken place over the l...
PART 2 – HALF-TIME? I was hungover. When I first opened my eyes, even the weak sunlight filtering through the curtains felt like someone was pushing sharpened icicles into my eyes, while the first attempt to raise my head from the pillow was an abject and painful failure. Even Jeanie's whispered; "Morning, Love... how're you feeling?" sounded like the roa...
He caught her at the edge of town, feeding. Disgust clawed at his stomach as he watched her devour the tiny bundle, teeth ripping at flesh, blood flowing from the corners of her mouth. How could he have allowed this to happen? Stopping to rest during the long chase, he'd taken his eyes off her for only the briefest matter of time; time enough for her to pr...
The anticipation was killing me. I had been with both Rick and John before, but never together and on top of that there would be Joseph, a third guy whom I'd never met. We were all meeting at his hotel and the plan was to get naked together for an hour or two. John and I have been pretty regular for a couple years now. We've touched on the subject of swingi...
"Promise you'll call me when you get there?" "Yes" I say, "I promise." I smile. "Promise you won't forget?" "Yes, baby. I love you. I'll call you when I get there." I tell my girlfriend, who of which I've been dating for two years now. Our non-sex relationship. "You better call me when you get there." She says while getting high up on her toes to kiss me...
6:00 A.M. Having beaten her alarm clock, Candi Palmer remained docile in her bed. Her tears long abandoned by a mere two hours of sleep all she wanted to do was stay in bed cuddling up with her Husband's long unused pillow. She could still smell his scent even after the last year away. She refused to wash the pillow case even though the remainder of her bed...
(All characters are fictitious. No resemblance to anyone alive or dead is intended). Rubies are Red. Part 27. Paul I stood in the corridor and watched Heather's back as she walked back to the room the others were sleeping in. My grandfather stood looking out of the window at a fire that lit up the centre of the city. "Well?" He asked when the others had...
Master and pony met Jason and Catherine at the nude beach a few years ago and had become fast friends and spent time together when the opportunity presented itself. After some time had passed and over many conversations, drinks and dinner Master and pony became more comfortable about sharing their secrets with their new friends. Master had shown Jason the pa...
Missy stood at her window looking out at the hard rain hitting the streets just outside her bedroom window. Her hands wrapped around a hot coffee mug, sipping at it slowly. Little chills were felt as the heat sunk out past the cups edge, kissing her face, warming it. Her over-sized sweater hung on her shoulders with fuzzy sweat pants loosely resting at her h...