She stormed into the hotel bar, fuming. Her company had sent her down to Dallas for a conference at the last minute. What no one had taken into account was the big race at the Texas Motor Speedway. Because it was a big race, and a big race always drew out all the dumb rednecks (actually, any race at all drew out all the dumb rednecks), every good, decent, or...
XXII Harriett's travels around the world through her work meant that she knew hardly at all how life was at home at the flat. The long and detailed letters she received from Emma and less often from Charlotte were always several weeks late and usually forwarded from the last location she'd worked at. For instance, she might send a postcard home from her cur...
I'm looking for input and a crit as well as votes. Should I post more this is an excerpt of my burgeoning work.. PJ.... * * * * * "I got your invite!" she said, waving as she walked up the trail. "Glad you decided to show up. You couldn't have picked a better time. The wood is all chopped and stacked," Max said, dusting off his jeans. He opened his arm...
The weird things people are actually into never cease to amaze me. I endeavour to chronicle the weird things that men and women are into. It's one of the reasons why I still get up in the morning. Guess who's back after a long hiatus, folks? Me! The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in North Amer...
Emily Dickinson is a big dyke. Have you ever read any of her poetry? If you haven't, do not take this opportunity to do so, such an enormous waste of time it would be. I know some people who love her, maybe I would too if I was living in her upstairs room being locked inside with her for nights, Wild nights—Wild nights!, of long passionate lesbian lovin', th...
It has been a long and busy day at the office and I was handed a major [paper to read and comment on to take home with me. My boss needed my report first thing in the morning. I left a little early – after I called you to let you know – and you promised an early dinner so I could spend a quiet evening completing the task. When I arrived home about 5:00 pm (...
I sat in the bleachers, the sun hitting my pale skin nicely as I watched one of the players throw the ball to Jet. Jet... I guess I should explain myself to you a little bit. My name is Harley, though everyone calls me Byra {Bee-rah}. It supposedly means red in some kind of language, and everyone calls me that because apparently when I'm pissed, all I see...
Brandon could hear the steady drip from the faucet in the next room. Drip. Drip. Drip. He found the sound strangely soothing. Like a metronome, it provided him with a beat. With a beat. It was a constant. It was reliable. Like a pulse. Letting his eyes drift to the walls around him, he didn't need to come to any realization that he had no idea where he...
In my five years at the university, I've never seen or met anyone like her. Not even close. Even the way she walked into class on the first day. It was less of a walk and more of a glide. Floating across the room above the other trudging students. Easing into her seat front and center, making it hers. Making the whole room hers, as if the school were built f...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby - Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is...