Sometimes, I almost wish the world would end. Seriously. Will the suffering of ordinary men and women in this mundane world ever end? Will people stop discriminating against those who are different? There seems to be no end to the madness I see all around me. And in spite of my abilities, I am powerless to stop it. My name is Alexandros Pyrrhos. I am a big a...
"I don't care how nice he is Maria, I am not going on a date with some stranger," Serena scowled at her sister, her long auburn hair falling loosely across her face. "For crying out loud Serena, you haven't gone on a date since David left you," Maria replied, placing her hand on her hip and giving Serena an annoyed look. "You're not getting any younger, yo...
This is the first time that I've entered a story into one of the contests. I do hope that you enjoy it and please vote x (Meetings in graveyards can be a very spooky affair) * She perched on the corner of the gravestone, as the sun shone its last rays over the high wall. She was waiting for him, as she always waited. She tugged down her long blue summe...
Jun 6, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Three Technicalities Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on March 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coinciden...
Monday night. Stan was late – he'd been pulled into a 'five to five' meeting with Percy, much to his annoyance - and didn't get home until well after his normal time. He hurried, but Anne still rang his doorbell before he'd finished getting dressed. "Come in, Anne!" he called, and Anne used her key to open the door. She found Stan sitting at the bottom of t...
When the last of the coherent drunks wandered home and the basement became a den of stumbling, shambling wrecks, Indie, sweat matting his short blond hair and soaking through the back of his black t-shirt, led Paul up the unfinished wooden stairway back to the first floor of his frat house. Summer heat had chased the party underground, but in the living room...
A Young Widow Sheds Her Sexual Repression Alex dreaded the red eye flight back to LAX. The short but emotionally draining stay with her in laws was trying, leaving her more depressed than when she arrived. After ten years of marital bliss, Tom had passed away, snatched from her by an unforgiving bout with cancer. A dark cloud hung over the three-day reunion...
When most girls envision their future, most think of their wedding day rather than marriage and family. And that, my friends, is a problem. It takes two to tango, and I honestly feel that if most people put as much energy into their marriages as they did their wedding days, there'd be fewer divorces. Seriously. My name is Tika Danusubroto-Wallace and I was b...
My wife, Lynn, and I have been married for three years; last year we decided to start our family. We bought two extra beds and set them up in different rooms, each covered in different sheets. Blue covers for our son to be and pink for our girl; a bit stereotypical but the whole process was exciting. After setting a few baseball bats and stuffed animals up w...
This story follows the events of part 3 of the Posing series, though it is not necessary to read it first. ***** I had posed nude several times for my friend's mother, Angela, to help her through one of her art classes. On one occasion, she asked her neighbor Emily to pose with me. Emily was about my age and, like me, was a college student. Until spending...