This story is entirely fictionally and any resemblance to any living person is purely coincidental. All parties in the story are at least 18 or older. * It was the winter concert of my senior year of high school. My name is Luke and her name is Hope. I was a chubby white kid, about 5'10" and 235 lbs, who played trumpet and she was a curvy biracial clarinet...
I stand on the sidewalk, holding an umbrella gingerly over my head. Water pitter-patters all around me, spattering my shoes. My dress blows in the wind, and I move a hand down to ensure it still covers my legs. Carefully, I lean forward to peer over the edge of the traffic. Where are you? Suddenly, a taxi honks as it drives by, the driver yelling profanity...
That evening after hunting, Richard carried what he had procured into the tavern's kitchens before heading through into the bar. Damon slapped him on the back and cheered before getting back to the business of drinking and playing cards. Richard wondered briefly if Margaret was around, before settling into a seat at the bar, trying to come up with a plan. U...
I jammed my key into the lock smoothly and gently turned it. Click. I grabbed the handle to the door and turned it with a confident hand that had opened this door a thousand times. Pushing my weight into it resulted in a thud of me running into it with all of my weight. The door didn't budge. A quiet snicker came from a girl whose eyes were full of amuseme...
Salutations, people. The name is Christopher Watson and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I hold an MBA from Carleton University's Sprott School of Business and presently work for the Canadian Revenue Agency. Being a CRA auditor is a supremely boring job but someone has to do it. Anyhow, when I'm no...
It had been a stupid bet to make and now Corinne was really regretting it. She'd been so desperate to be "one of the guys" with Steve and his buddies that common sense had blown out the window the evening they were all picking their favorites for March Madness. There had been several rounds of shooters involved as contributing factors too. But Corinne had fi...
PROLOGUE Me: Can I tell your story? 22:01:30 Vishwanath_1980: Only if you think you know me well enough. 22:02:54 Me: Hmm...not sure about that. 22:04:45 Vishwanath_1980: Good. 22:05:32 CHAPTER ONE: Final Consummation Vishwanathan walked out of the lawyer's office. He kept the divorce papers in his brown leather briefcase. He stared at his distorted re...
"What are you doing here?" "What do you think?" "Just get you shit and get out!" He hissed "Gladly!" And that was the last thing she said to him before she walked out of his life almost ten years ago. He knew he hurt her, knew he could never forgive her for her dishonesty, but by God ten whole years of the gut wrenching agony of being away from her, of...
She is a fairly new attorney, not new to the profession but new to this town, she has tried several cases but nothing of any major stature at this point until now. She's finally gotten her first case that her client's life, and freedom depends on her expertise to get him the justice that he deserves, and getting his freedom is just what she intends to do. W...
Katie Sebastian broodingly contemplated the yellow pages. She pinched the side of a few sheets between the thumb and forefingers of each hand and ripped it to the base. The tearing sound gave her a small bit of satisfaction. She'd gone through two books this morning and made it all the way to the plumbing section on this one. She was a grown up now, she coul...