The life of a widow is never easy, whether she's poor, wealthy, or somewhere in between. Such has been the fate of such women since the dawn of time. Montreal-Nord resident Milana Amagov knows this better than most. After her husband Aslan Amagov died a year and a half ago, life has been pure hell for the forty-nine-year-old Chechen Muslim woman. Loneliness...
I'd made a friend in my history class, Jeff, and been hanging out with him and his fraternity brothers about one night a week. He was cool, we both liked baseball and we liked to laugh. He'd come over to the house to party before, but I didn't tell him what we did there. I didn't want to come off as strange, so I just left that part out. One day Jeff and I...
After all the talk of dreading Quinn's party, Fia is in high spirits as she drives the two of you in the Vespertine along the ocean road to Costa Graziosa. Behind the wheel Fia always acts so free and joyful, as though her complete concentration on controlling the vehicle strips every other concern from her. You've often seen the same look on her face when s...
Looking up from her psychology exam Milana glanced over her shoulder. She smiled at Luke, her TA, who was walking the aisles keeping an eye on the students with restless eyes as they wrote their final exam. His eyes drifted down from her deep blue eyes to the sexy curve in her back and the sliver of skin between her tight black shirt and short denim skirt. S...
The following is a work of fiction, and all the characters depicted are over the age of 18. "I love it! I fucking love it!" Lauren proclaimed. We were sitting together on the couch watching our movie on the big flat screen in the living room. Maria had spent the night after our filming editing the film, and it flowed without any of the awkward transitions...
I was making coffee in the kitchen when Maria came in looking mischievous, her hands behind her back. She wore dark-framed glasses and light yellow dress. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "What's up with you?" I asked. "Don't think I forgot," she said, "It's your birthday!" She brought forth a small, wrapped package from behind her back and pre...
It was dark and cold outside. The rain hammered against the window, matching my heartbeat. The moon was hidden from view by heavy, swollen clouds, starlight was a thing of imagination. The only light to illuminate my way down the stone corridor was the flickering of the candle I held tightly in my hand. With every step I took I drew closer and closer to the...
Shalyn ran across the clearing, trying to get out of the rain. Panting, she knocked on the door and waited for it to open. Shivering, she heard movements from behind the door. A rush of warm air rushed by her as the door opened, and her teacher, Morath, stood there holding a towel in his hand. Morath was an old elf, around the age of 732. He was tall for a...
It was a beautiful night as Milana ran through the woods near her family home. She had just returned home from spending a few years being schooled by her great-uncle Vlad in Europe. She hadn't even seen her parents yet as nobody had been home so she decided to enjoy the night air and run through the forest. She could sense the animals around her, smell thei...
You wake to a throbbing pain striving to split your head in two. You reach across the bed for Fia but she's not there. You leap out of bed and hurry downstairs. There's a message waiting for you on the kitchen bench written on the Cantarella stationery. Darling, Something's come up at the office and I had to leave early. Sorry if I scared you! I'll be bac...