Moscow, Russia. January 3rd, 1956. It was a cold Russian night, but the warmth of our bodies could have fed a thousand suns, as we barely crammed our two bodies into a single sleeping bag, staring up at the twinkling Moscow sky. The KGB, searching beneath us, we sat atop an empty business building. We were star-crossed lovers, fearing for our life from both...
To begin, this is a true story, so yes it really happened. I apologize I don't remember the exact dialogue of that day. I will do my best. That said, the names, locations and dates have been changed. It had been three months, Linda had forgiven me for the indecent exposure. We were friends again... or so she thought. She wasn't my friend, i was going to get...
Good morning, Mr. Gill. Which item on the agenda would you like to go over first?" I sat in my office chair and yawned at my reflection in my glass of orange juice. 7:00 am was not my friend. "Uh, lets begin with the status of the renovations on my properties." I'm Donovan Gill, nice to meet you. I own a small but lucrative real estate firm that I run out of...
The old saying, "Just Sing." is true. You want to get laid? Be a musician. That's almost all it takes. I'm Tim, I am the lead guitarist as well as co-lead singer for a local cover band. We play gigs every weekend, focusing on songs from the 70's and 80's. Sometimes, we'll throw in a 90's song now and then. Or even "Brown Eyed Girl" from the 60's. Our band h...
Hello everyone, After reading stories on this site for years I decided to finally write one of my own. I have to admit I'm a little nervous and thrilled to put myself out there but I welcome all constructive criticism. I've had a couple of issues finding an editor so you're interested in the story feel free to contact me. Thanks for reading and Enjoy! *...
I, at birth known as Caballero Spscavish, am going to be honest about my strengths and weaknesses right from the get-go. I'm good looking, purposeful, and smart. I'm socially inept (I'm probably somewhere on the autism spectrum but have never been diagnosed), completely un-athletic, and have a penchant for vengeance that isn't healthy. Because of my socia...
No character development, no dialog, no plot, and no sex. Sorry. The Fairhome Inn wasn't the oldest motel in town, but it was close to it. It was a relic of the fifties and built accordingly. The walls were concrete block, the doors were steel and the single window was bulletproof and shatterproof; so much for fire department access. The hurricane roof was...
Abdul Al-Haddad is the kind of guy who thinks he's all that just because he's a big and tall young Black Muslim man. He thinks he's the Big Man on the Carleton University campus in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. He's from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and has that All-Somali Swagger about him. He always wears a Black leather jacket with the Canad...
Odilia. After getting out of the shower, I left the braids that were in my hair hanging and wrapped them in a towel. I went to the vanity I had and lotioned my body. Looking at my eyes, I noticed that there was a dark ring around my irises. My normally beautiful healthy skin seemed a bit dull. I grabbed some lotion and poured it in my hands, hoping my skin...
After being out of her condo for two months Max was grateful to be back. She made a mental note of all the things she needed to do, get new plants, buy food, unpack, do laundry, and go to the doctor. She sighed at the last item on her list. Rubbing her belly contemplatively she began cry. "Hey little man, what is your mama thinking? You father hurt me badly,...