When I was thirteen, Grandmother told me that there were two kinds of love: one that nurtures and one that consumes. The first kind was the kind she shared with Grandfather. Through thick and thin, they stuck together, forever each other's half. When Grandfather died, Grandmother was left alone to take care of their seven-year-old daughter, my mother, but...
When the knock came at Tristan's door he was already ready, dressed warmly in a cotton canvas green army jacket, which was layered over a thermal shirt. Wearing his favorite pair of jeans and well-broken in Converse, he opened the knob to the front door and headed out. Waiting for him with a smile, Lona immediately leaned in for a hug, which Tristan gave but...
A/N: Many thanks to Jayknie and NotSweetEnough for their edits! ***** Lucas was pacing back and forth in his apartment. He debated on running away. He would be an outcast, but at least he'd be alive. The challenge was going to be called any minute. He spent the week begging and pleading with people to back him, but could not find an eighth vote. Lucas wou...
My name is Nadine. I am a gal from Ireland. I am fifty years old. A long time ago, I was a sexual dynamo. A six-foot, plump, thick-bodied woman with long black hair and pale blue eyes. Oh, and I had a real nice behind too. Nice, round and bubbly. As with many people, I got older, though. A lot of people think that when you reach a certain age, you should pla...
Lucas awoke in the morning with a terrible hangover, so massively strong it felt as if he'd been hit over the head with a hammer. There was throbbing pain on both sides of his head, and his limbs felt numb from all the alcohol he'd consumed. Groaning in pain he shifted his body, struggling to his feet which unsteadily held him. A few moments passed as he jus...
The snow fell slowly that afternoon, drifting in flurries over the fields and forests, and settling in large, powdery drifts against the venerable buildings of the university. From his window, looking out over the manicured gardens of St. Stephen's Quad, Professor Lucas Wainwright watched the flakes whirl and settle, and he smiled. This, truly, was his favou...
Hey guys. Sorry it's taken me so long. :) "He sang. We walked. We talked. We had a really good time." "That's so romantic!" Sabrina exclaimed dramatically around a mouthful of pancakes. "Oh hush up, Sabrina. It's not like that. And don't talk so loud. Santana's still sleeping." "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm getting a head of myself. You're not ready to a...
Crackling gave way to a shower of sparks as the logs of the bonfire settled deeper into the pit. The showy display went unnoticed by the group gathered around the fire. "Never have I ever played this game." Drinks were lifted amid groans and jeers. Carl was the first to comment. "That was lame, Tiffany." Tiffany giggled. "I couldn't think of anything e...
I call him a germaphobe, but that isn't exactly accurate. It's more complicated than that, just like everything else in life. I didn't actually find out the truth until a few months after we'd met, when I was head-over-heels in love with what I thought was the perfect man. He seemed to be everything a girl could want in a man; educated, intelligent, strikin...
Lucas Barrett boarded the train after a long day, and a long week of work. The area he normally sat in was full of other people wearing a range of business suits to fast-food uniforms. He climbed upstairs where he saw several empty seats. This area was less popular as most passengers wanted to be near the door when their stop arrived. Since Lucas knew he'd b...