Author's Foreword: This submission is a re-telling of my 'More Legacy of Number: 10 Part Series ' (Which was itself a continuation of my 'The Legacy of Number 7 and Number 1.' ) Note further that in the original, I only mentioned Jere as being divorced. In the follow up submitted, as requested by several readers, I give the details of his painful divorce.)...
There are critics of Madonna who say that she shocks for the sake of shock, that she has little substance other than a good sense of fashion. There are some critics who lay blame on her for Britney and Christina, and a fashion that pushes raunchiness rather than classiness. Those critics who level that blow are forgetting one of Madonna's biggest and importa...
My name is Kyle Jonathan Francisco. I'm a young black man living in the town of Brisco, Illinois. These days, I'm a student at Brisco College. It's a small, four-year private school. I get to go there for free since I play for the Varsity Baseball team. We're off to a good start this year. We have a good team. I think we might make it far. Brisco College has...
Hey, there. My name is Lauren Brigham. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, porcelain-skinned and somewhat curvy. My hair is long, curly and blonde-white. My eyes are the lightest shade of emerald and my best features are my cute face and finely rounded, heart-shaped and decidedly large bottom. I live in the city of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I'm a somewhat f...
Welcome to my world. I am Jack Sly. Charmer, Trickster and Renovator. The one with the awesome power to bring about change no matter where he is. That's me in a nutshell. A tall, good-looking black man in his early thirties. I am currently the Athletic Director at Bruno College, a small private four-year technical College located in Central Oregon. Bruno Col...
****Every character in this story is 18 or older**** I stared at the stucco wall, exhaling loudly, ridding myself of the toxic energy I'd built up during the week. Finals were finally over, so I stole a moment for myself. I sat down in the lobby outside the lecture hall and did nothing but breathe. Seconds before, I was a student crumbling under pressure of...
A short, short story Motorway service stations are what they are: a last resort. The petrol gauge is well and truly in the red. Your thirst is well and truly in the red. And it has been far too long since breakfast. Assuming that you remembered to have breakfast. I had been to Glasgow for a writers' festival. I had left again shortly before nine on the Mon...
I heaved a deep sigh as I rounded the large blue spruce at the bottom of Dean Garlow's long gravel driveway. His annual Labor Day faculty party had become somewhat of a tradition over the years and I felt an obligation to attend, even though I'd be seeing more than enough of the party attendees as the academic year got into full swing. While I wasn't particu...
Meet Phoebe Matias, Professor of Women's Studies and Feminist Theory at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, and educated at McGill University, Phoebe Matias is a striking Greco-Canadian woman with a good head on her shoulders. Five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but athletic, with dark bronze skin, long d...
This is the sequel to "The Darkroom". There were no words to do justice to her preoccupation. She would lose herself in the memory of her encounter, the world of academia around her dissolving into a passionate darkness. Her eyes would grow glassy at dinners with her friends, promptings of "Ciara? Houston, we have lost Ciara!" jolting her back to the conver...