Shelby took a deep breath and tried to work the knot out of the muscles in her neck, again. She hated this, every time life got stressful, it manifested itself in a sore neck, tight shoulder and back, gimping her up from days. No amount of ibuprofen helped. A massage would, but, according to her current financial situation, there was no way she could afford...
Meg assumed he had been coming into the store for quite some time before she finally noticed him. When she did, she saw that came in alone, two or three times a week and always got in her line to be checked out. He didn't buy much, a few cans of this or that, a loaf of bread or a quart of milk and sometimes a piece of fruit or two and always a lottery ticket...
*This story may seem different then what you've read. I've done a total revamp of the story. I hope you enjoy my slight revisions. Feedback is always welcome. Chapter 10 I shook my head and laughed at her bluntness. I took a seat on her loveseat, situated myself and asked her, "So what do you want to do know?" Francessca looked at me in shocked silence....
I heard the crunching of gravel as the van stopped. My body swayed, I had to re position my knees on the hard floor of the van. I could hear voices as the van doors opened and closed, footsteps on the gravel. I felt so groggy, how long had I been out? How long had we driven? How far? My head hurt, my hands hurt. I was fixed to the side of the van somehow, my...
My wife Jasmine knew that I was a trannie. She was OK with it when I first told her and even helped me with make-up, clothes, deportment etc. However, as with all these things, I became obsessed with dressing all the time. I even toyed with the idea of changing sex. I guess this all became a bit too much for her and she gradually lost interest in helping...
This is a sequel to amber_now26 story "Reunion," by mutual agreement both the original author and myself are submitting a sequel to her story at the same time. Although she has seen my version, I haven't seen her submission. This work may not be copied to or used at any other site without the express permission of the author in writing. "Reclaiming a Life"...
Monique, my lovely neighbor, called to me over the back fence, thru the bamboo curtain that separated our yards. We said our 'hellos' , I threw her dog a packet of new tennis balls, and we chatted about nothing for a few minutes, when she asked if I had any beer, and if so, she would be right over for a cold one. I told her "of course", she trotted into he...
Chapter 1 -- Gwen's Transitions Gwen finally felt pretty good about how things were going in her life. It hadn't been like that in a long time. After the protracted and difficult divorce from her high school sweetheart she faced the hard reality that she had to find some way of supporting herself in the standard of living she wanted -- not the one she had...
Author's Note Though not my first short story, this is my first short story in a very long time. Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Aside from the town in which this story takes place, any reference to persons, places or events is fictional. Any similarities are, of course, entirely coincidental. I hope you enjoy. * "Excuse me," I...
The first time that I saw Abby I was doing my best to have quiet beer in a crowded Sydney bar. Cigarette smoke was attempting to hold down the noise by sitting on top of it but was fighting a losing battle. Three seats away an attractive woman who looked to be in her early thirties was desperately trying to ignore a heavily built man who, by getting right i...