AUTHOR'S NOTE-To my loyal readers, I apologize for not posting a story for 3 months. I've been busy and...ah, you don't want to hear the sordid details of my horrible life, you want to know when I'll be posting again! I'll be submitting the conclusion to this chapter in the next few days (I promise) and then another full chapter very soon. Thank you for your...
That night when she got home, Kirstin threw her clothes to the ground and immediately ran to the shower. The moment the door to her apartment slammed shut she burst into tears, wrapping her arms around her chest as she turned the hot water on high, the scalding temperature doing little to wipe the shame she felt out of her mind. She knew that stranger had...
Addiction: is a condition that results when a person ingests a substance (e.g., alcohol, cocaine, nicotine) or engages in an activity (e.g., gambling, sex, shopping) that can be pleasurable but the continued use or act of which becomes compulsive, obsessive and interferes with ordinary life responsibilities, such as work, relationships, or even health. Addi...
Every story has to have an ending and we have reached ours here. Keep in mind that this is JUST a story. Nevertheless, if there is a message it is this. Life is nothing but a series of choices. You make them. And then you live with them. Everybody goes through exceptional circumstances. But the key to happiness is choosing wisely. Happy endings rely on the p...
Her second time on the motorcycle was way better than the first, there was less fear more thrill. As Gian swerved unto the residential roads Delia was comfortable enough to spread her arms out as they sped toward her house. "That was fun!" Delia said as they walked toward her front door. "I enjoyed myself too." Gian said shoving his hands in his pockets....
Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...
(c) Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2010 CHAPTER NINE – THE DARKEST HOUR At long last, here is chapter nine. Apologies for the hiatus but too often the real world interferes in my writing schedule and I don't get any work done for ages. As a reward for your infinite patience we'll post a couple of chapters very close together. This one ties up the l...
The building had her name on it. CLARE'S WORLD. Of course it did. It was her empire, built up from potholders sold at parties to a multibillion dollar "lifestyle industry." She understood people and knew how to get or make what they wanted. Her pots and pans were in the most upscale houseware stores. Her gardening boots were sold at Z-Mart. There were three...
Jane got nervous again on our drive out to the Reddick's home on Saturday evening. Her jitters got all of us a little worried about the evening until Fran became aware of what was going on and called us all on it. "Hey, everyone. I can understand Jane's worries about meeting a new group of people who all want to jump her body ... or she wants to jump theirs,...
"If you're really a mean person you're going to come back as a fly and eat poop." — Kurt Cobain Julie turned to face me as she reached the door. "Thanks, Brayden. Will I see you tomorrow?" "You bet." She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed me softly on the cheek. Her scent lingered for just a moment as she spun around and made her way into the hallw...