Olethia closed her pale blue eyes as she listened to the sound of the rain. It was a peaceful sound, one that comforted her during the lonely day. Being the Oracle was not easy, nor was it ever a choice she made for herself. She longed for a life where she could live among the people, laugh with them and love with them. The Oracle was not allowed any of thes...
It's been years that I have been intimate with another woman since my wife passed on. It was pretty hard on me that she had gotten ill and left me alone, especially since I now had to work harder to keep our family together. For five years, it was ruff and thankfully the rewards of a higher pay and less work hours entitled me to a rest. My oldest kid, my son...
Dan pondered, was Mae's drunken challenge worth taking? In the brief silence in the conversation Dan looked out at the lights twinkling across the bay and at the harsh street lights of the harbour were reflected down the coast. The gentle verbal sparring continued on the now moonlit sea front seat outside the Mae's flat on the empty promenade. Dan smirked a...
My favourite moments of the day are during my forty-five minute commute between work and home. They're the only times of the day that I let my mind go where I don't dare all the other hours. There I stroke her hair and make her tremble with kisses. I have whole conversations there. Sometimes I dare to tell her. Depending on the weather, how my customers talk...
Cheryl sat in the living room mindlessly listening to the weatherman's weather report and sipping her morning coffee while watching the snow make snowcaps out of the cars parked outside. They should have cancelled school she thought, but this surprise snowstorm had fooled everyone. She could have used another hour's sleep instead of having had to drive the k...
FAWC 2: Spilling the Seed (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingre...
Chapter Four - Tequila Rose That evening Sabbina once more settled into the bed in the mirrored pyramid. As she sipped her drink and ate the magic mushrooms Peter attached the electrodes to her head. 'If they've registered nothing unusual so far it would seem they are a waste of time,' she said 'No way. Even a lack of evidence tell us something. . . . . An...
Every story has a beginning and this one is no different. Perhaps this will provide an adequate introduction to what happened next. When little I thought I was the only kid my age on the street. I'd been in school a couple of years and only saw much younger and much older kids but then one day I saw a girl my age and she lived six houses down from me and ac...
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Author's warning for more bad Portugese! *** 3 years later.... Anyone that passed would have thought they were a couple. They walked passed the shops on Market street arm and arm, laughing and smiling at a thousand inside jokes. As they walked the crisp fall leaves crunched under their feet as if to chorus their easy conversation. An eavesdropper would ha...