"All the world is a stage, and we are but it's players." When William Shakespeare wrote that line in Hamlet he wasn't being poetic, he was stating nothing more than the profound truth. As people go through their lives they are always acting, always pretending, and the people around them are always deciphering their motives and interpreting their actions. A t...
We all know that the Paparazzi are freelance professional photographers who pursue celebrities to take candid photos to sell to newspapers, magazines, and online web sites. We think of them waiting in front of eateries in downtown LA or New York waiting for their celebrity to appear drunk and disorderly or on the beach of a lush tropical paradise waiting fo...
As a child, my favorite season was summer. I remember being young, perhaps six or seven, and my grandmother, my brother, my sisters and I would go to an orchard several miles away to pick peaches. We could have bought them at the supermarket, but store bought peaches were never as good as fresh ones. Picking peaches was yearly ritual until I was in my earl...
Kat and Josh are apart but missing each other as they pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. Will they get back together? This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre. As in life nothing is sure, and I have not yet written the end, so if you have suggestions on what should happen to the people in my story, please let me know and I...
Fucking bitch! I hate her. Actually, I wish that were true. It's far preferable to the constant unbearable loss I feel. How could she do it? It's not like I ever thought I was in her league. Hundred pound weakling types don't normally land tall blonde leggy girls like Emma; unless they're rich and famous. Since neither of those describes me I can't say I eve...
This story is dedicated to someone who will always have a special place in my heart I noticed it was already 8 PM and the summer sun had started its descent into the city skyline, the sun reflected off the buildings, creating a prism like effect. My plan was to end the day in Little Italy and have a quite dinner at a little sidewalk cafe. The stifling he...
Tara Edwards watched the cherubic face of her adorable three year old daughter. Her curly brown hair framed her beautiful face that was a lighter version of her beloved husband. How could something so simple bring both unspeakable joy and earth-shattering heart ache? She knew that she should probably quit being so hard on herself. She knew that her doctor an...
I knew the moment it happened; I knew it by the deep stabbing pain inside me, almost to my womb. He had given me very different sensations there deep into the last moon time, but these feelings were so much sharper, so much sadder. But yet I could try to be brave, try to be happy for him. Virile Oak had returned to Mother Earth, just as we all longed to do—j...
"I hate the way you use my language.", me-circa 1998, to an old girlfriend. I have an old friend that used to take on the smoking habits of the people she enjoyed being near. One person smoked Benson&Hedges, and always twirled the ends between her fingertips as she nodded/said something concerning Culinary class, nodded/said something funny about her bro...
**All characters in this story are eighteen or older.** **The following is a prologue to what will be a very long, chaptered story. It is my first real exploration into science fiction. This is not a quick-fix sex story but is suited to those looking for science fiction with occasional sex!" Elora She's moving slowly, just her hips. She's on top of me, m...