The street was dark and dreary, the old lights barely illuminating the road in spotty infrequency where they still functioned. Quinn remembered when the gloomy, bumpy roads at night used to scare her when she first started driving in high school, but now it just seemed like a good metaphor of her dismal life. It was amazing how quick life could go from its s...
Author's note: This is a story based on Glee. It takes place during the later seasons, when both the actresses and the characters in the story are over 18. * It all started with Rachel being a drama queen. That didn't really narrow it down, but after Mr. Schu said the week's assignment would definitely be boy bands from the 80s, Rachel stormed off without...
This story, like all others, has a beginning. It starts with a door. All in all, it was quite a nice door: correct dimensions, made of cherry, with a big dream catcher hanging in the middle. It was also the only thing keeping me out of the bedroom. You see, the door was locked. I leaned forward, placed my ear against the door, and strained to hear what wa...
"Whose the new guy?" Amber and Jane were sitting in English class waiting for the rest of the students to enter. "His name is Quinn. He lives next door to me. He's from Texas, but doesn't have a weird accent." "He's cute. Did you guys make out?" "Jane! Is that all you ever think about?" "No. I also think about school work, occasionally." Both girls lau...
Jeremiah watched as Justine walked away and wished that he could kill her even if it meant his own death. He could have given a rat's ass about the hierarchy. He hated her. He hated her inner strength and her control, he hated everything about her and that hate extended to Quinn. He felt a sharp bite on his leg, looked down and saw Buddy looking up at him wi...
Designer stiletto heels clicked on the stone flooring and echoed around the empty church in Downtown Los Angeles as Vanessa Hudgens marched down the aisle and towards the confessional booth. She wore a skimpy white top that clung to her upper half like a needy child, her stiff pink nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were plotting an escape, and...
Thank you for reading Chapter Six and the honest opinion in your minds and aloud. Just letting you know that I haven't thought of this story for YEARS and when I suddenly come back to it, I totally forgot where it was leading to. I hope the plot line I'm thinking of now suits you guys. Happy reading! ***** I didn't know what to expect as I walk down t...
"You will follow behind me Stacey. You can hold onto my shoulders or hips but the blindfold stays on for now. I'll go slow." Stacey's hands were already on her shoulders but Quinn had touched her all over and she hadn't touched Quinn, this was her chance! She slid her hands slowly down Quinn's back, over her naked shoulder blades then to her sides under he...
All good things must cum in the end. Err ... wait a second. That's not right. All good things must come to an end. Yeah, that's it. Honestly, I should have seen it coming. After all, a relationship between two people is hard enough to figure out. A relationship with four people is a virtual minefield of regrets, hurt feelings, and broken hearts. Watch wher...
"Jamal, have you noticed that they never make any movies about Vampires in space? Our kind don't belong up there, bro, we belong on earth," says my friend, occasional lover and fellow stowaway Quinn Connelly, and I sighed, then flashed him the middle finger. The five-foot-eight, stocky, heavily tattooed and red-haired Irishman has pluck, I'll grant him that,...