"You're not a fool. You can sit down, if you'd like." "I'm not keeping you from working on your story?" At a wooden table in the otherwise empty Mystery section of the campus library, Abbey pulled out a chair next to her. "Are you a writer, too?" "Aspiring." He sat and faced her, keeping his voice low. "I have started a bunch of them, but I haven't finish...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? Thank you searchingforperfection for helping me edit the entire So I'm Not a Vampire? novellette. All future stories I post on Lit are stories that will not be published. If you have questions, concerns, or just want to say hi, feel free to message me. -Rosi *** Chapter Four...
Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and urban fiction writer living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I've lived in America for almost a decade, having moved here from the Republic of Haiti in the early 2000s. My history with America has been one of love and hate. A very complicated history. And that's what t...
Sal waited until her husband Ben was out of the door before going into the bathroom to prepare. Perching precariously on the edge of the bath, she spread her legs and shaved carefully before stepping under the shower. The warm, stinging spray felt good, and she stood for a few moments with her eyes closed, thinking about her plans. Her soapy palm against the...
The Lakers' scout at the State Cheerleading contest in Akron had picked up Sadie while her high school competed. Springfield High had not won any awards but Sadie had received an offer to try out for the Lakers' Cheerleader squad. Sadie was so excited when she boarded the Greyhound for the long ride to El Sugundo where the try-outs were being held. It was...
Don't ya just love Saturday nights? They are so bitchin' Ready to hit the bars and clubs chasing some gorgeous pussy and ass, I can't wait to get at those women; my mouth is salivating with the anticipation of the hunt. Of course it ain't that easy is it brutha's? After all when your skin colour ain't the same as everyone else in the bar it causes tension,...
Hello, there. My name is Jennifer Adolf. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-tall, lean and fit, blonde-haired and green-eyed Teutonic goddess. I'm a professional athlete living in the city of Boston. My parents really got pissed when I walked away from a scholarship to Northeastern University to become a professional boxer. I'd rather be a boxer than play...
The smell of jerked pork escaping from the barbeque engulfed the entire area. everyone within miles was being tortured by the distinct aroma that came only from our home when my father got to practice his findest treat. It was summer, and as was the tradition for as long as I could remember, all the entire family was gathered to party, eat and reminisce. The...
A special thanks to Brad who now attends the University of Minnesota for making this amazing evening come to life. My story I guess starts when I met my husband and his brother Brad. At the age of 12 Brad was 13 years our junior. During the two years my husband and I dated I got to know brad quite well. He was a cute kid, a bit shy and almost from the begin...
Author's Note: The board game the students play in this story is inspired by the computer game the protagonists play in Wollstonecraft's Party. ***** It was our freshman year at (name removed) University. What? Oh, sorry...I can't have anyone tracking this back to me because of what I did. I've changed our names, too. My new name will be...umm...Danielle....