We are browsing books in a Library. Smelling all the good smells of ancient texts and worn-down pages. Rows upon rows of knowledge for us to discover, all in good time. Coffee in hand, we hold hands and finger the spines. Its one of those fifty shades of gray in this seldom used section of historical texts used for the scholarly articles intellectuals write...
Part 1: Annie woke up with a headache. She definitely drank too much last night—and in fact, she didn't remember getting into bed. She opened her eyes and groaned at the light coming from the uncovered window and rolled to her stomach. It must be mid-morning, Annie thought, for the sun to be so bright already. Thankfully it was Saturday, and she had the we...
With the wife and I working forty plus hours a week to keep up with finances, her on day shift and myself working second, we decided to hire a cleaning service that came in once a week. For the first month, a scrawny little man about 42 years old cleaned the house till it was spic and span while I worked on my writing. Dave never said much, just cleaned and...
I found it under her bed, it was in a blue box with some pictures of us. I didn't know if I should have just burned it or opened it up to see what she said about me. but I did anyway. now I'm writing in my own journal. its odd how sometimes the ones you love most and keep close are the ones who end up tearing your soul into three. maybe that's how it is supp...
She sat in the bar, apparently reading her book and sipping coffee, but really she sat people watching. The evening was drawing in and the bar was turning from a quiet daytime haven into a busy social hot-spot. She considered leaving soon, since the attractive barman she had been watching for the last hour had obviously finished his shift and left for the da...
I. "Steven get your ass out here, I need your help!" my mother hollered at me from the front room, sounding angrier than usual. I knew I just had to see what the hell had caused this. I had passed Jimmy, Kelly, and one of Kelly's spawn on the way to the site of the commotion, as the three of them had apparently figured it a good idea to hide in the kitchen...
The next day I heard some stirring as Dorris was putting the last of her things together to get out. I looked up as she kissed me softly on the lips. She told me that she had to get back to her husband, her school teaching job, and her life. I was sorry to see her go, but I was also happy to have my room for the rest of the week. I told her bye and we exchan...
Looking out the window beside me, I could see my home shrink away beneath me. For eighteen years I had lived in Seattle, and here I was, on my way to Boston to begin college. My old high school was near the airport, and I felt my throat tighten as we flew above it. I would miss all my old teachers, the friendly faces and familiar halls. I would miss my frien...
Janice sat in the front row of the lecture hall. She came early everyday and refused to pack up her books until the professor, Dr. Reginald Johnson, concluded his lectures. Dr. Johnson flashed her a quick smile every time he mounted his podium, but he didn't consider her an exemplary student or much different from any other undergrad co-ed, except that she w...
(This story was originally written in March of 2000 under my pseudonym, SexeChickie. For personal reasons, I renamed the male character and changed the story from the first person.) Jenna had been lusting after Max for months. He was one of those tall and cuddly guys. He had sandy colored hair and these wonderful blue eyes. He always had a smile on his face...