I call my mother, Julie, her twin sister, Jennie, my sister, Jessica, and my sister-in-law, Joanne, the Witches of Eastwick. Yeah, I know there were only three witches in the movie, Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Susan Sarandon, but I expanded it to four to encompass my four female relatives. Definitely, the four of them are witches. Don't get me wrong. I mean...
This is, obviously, a continuation of The Masquerade story. If you haven't, please read the previous chapters to get to know the characters. This one is not a stroke story, sorry if you were looking for that. This story is not as near it's end as I thought it would be, and I hope you are liking the story as much as I like writing it. Have fun and enjoy. Es...
They were talking about identity, about who we think we are and who we want to be, and whether someone can love you for some trait you don't feel you have, whether it's love if your lover sees you not as you see yourself, but as something else. Can you be loved for some quality you don't think you have? They were talking about identity. They're still talkin...
Cinderella Ella stood outside her stepmother's room, listening to the creak of a bed frame and the slap of skin against skin, accompanied by the occasional shout or moan from her stepmother or the gentleman with her. She tried to cover her ears so she wouldn't have to listen, but it was no use, they were very loud. Ella didn't like standing the bedroom lis...
Sierra looked at herself through her white feathered mask in the mirror. Her countess dress was a pearl white flowing all the way to the brown carpeted floor. Her arms left no trace of flesh, only white lace flaring at the wrists. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, with the exception of the basket that looked as though it were protruding from...
Seven of Nine The hat with legs had tired of waiting and let herself in. "Good morning. Welcome to the office of Mr. Larson, Private Detective. How can I help you?" Jessica recited, as the lady strode into the office. "I require the services of a good detective. Is Mr. Larson a good detective?" "Yes. Yes. A very good detective," Jessica managed to respo...
Welcome! This place serves as a proving grounds for 'quest' type of stories. Definition of 'quest story' It's a type of story which reader can actively shape - in a simple way. In each new thread published by the author, the reader will be given a number of options, to choose from, which the story can take turn. After all the readers made their choice, the v...
My heels click across the office lobby tiles as I walk briskly to the elevator. "Late again," I think to myself and sigh. I probably couldn't be on time if my life depended on it, but fortunately, my boss doesn't really care. I get to my office, hang up my coat behind the door, plug in my laptop and power it on. Sitting down at my desk, I pull out the keybo...
My birthday was coming up and I wasn't expecting a big party or anything. I was hoping Davey and I would actually be able to spend it wrapped up in each other, having amazing sex all night. That's really all I wanted, anyway. However, Davey had other things in mind... "Hi, lovely!" Davey said enthusiastically when I entered our bedroom and plopped down on o...
The setting sun cast an orange glow over the rooftop. Grace took in the downtown scenery briefly before turning back towards the man next to her on the roof. "Hell of a night you picked to meet with me, Chief. If I didn't know better I'd say the setting is almost romantic," Grace said with a smile. She was talking to the River City Police Chief. He was a li...