I love my job, I thought sarcastically as I made my way out of the Bayshore Mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Ah, the life of a cashier or adventures in retail. The hell that I endure for eight hours for a measly twelve bucks an hour. As bad as things are around here, they're way better than they were in Quebec City where I was born. Being the only daught...
(I posted this story right after it happened under a different username a few years ago. But now that Renee and I are submitting stories together under this username, I thought it would be nice for our readers to be able to read it here. And I can't really infringe on my own story copyright. It took place January 1st of 2003 when I was still in college and o...
Based on a true story. We were innocent tots when my cousin Jilly led me behind a bush. "Nicky you wanna play Naked City?" We took off our clothes and stared at each other's parts. That was the first time I saw the funny little flaps girls have between their legs. A few years later she wanted to play Naked City again. So we both got naked. My cousin show...
The weather had changed overnight. We went directly from a week of constant rain to a blue sky and lots of sun. The inhabitants of Greater Copenhagen hadn't yet realized that it was excellent beach weather, so I was practically alone in the artificial dunes of the Amager Beach. I had left my apartment after lunch and planned to spend the whole afternoon sun...
It was a night like any other winter night in the City of Brockton. The snow was falling gently, the wind was light almost non-existent as two vigilantes keep a silent watch together over their fair city. Brockton used to be a nice city, it was once the "Shoe Capitol of the World". The City of Champions, as its downtrodden citizens called it. Brockton was...
June turned to July. The evergreen shrubs of Farren Heights were joined by a host of flowers, red, purple, blue, and green, a field of multi-coloured stars surrounded by the city. Winston and Julia lay under their sumac bush, watching the sun gleam off of the glass towers of the office district and the chrome spires of the Command Center. "Those flowers are...
I met the man I would love forever the day they gave me the death sentence. The jailor made me dig my own grave in the soft earth. I looked into the hole where I they would throw me after my death and wondered why I wasn't able to feel anything. I wondered whether they would even give me a gravestone. What would it say? "Zia, Whore and Seedie". My life...
A Tale Concerning Miss Chadwick, of London, in which knowledge is conveyed concerning the Particular Customs of the City of Quaroun. ***** Miss Anne Chadwick, of Jarrold Square, London, a spinster of three-and-thirty years, was seated in the gardens of her brother's house on an evening in the autumn of the year 19__, reading a volume of modern poetry, when...
My name is Altima Abdullah. A young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University in the town of Nepean. And lately, the things I've been doing would surprise the hell out of my conservative Muslim parents if they knew. Last week, I hooked up with two sexy guys who happen to be really into Musli...
Chapter V - Giants They had brought her to her personal bedchamber, where her bathing pool was. Rachab told her family to lock the doors and clean up the inn, and they obeyed. Then, when they were done, and darkness came, she sent them away out of the city, to flee into the mountains. "You should surely leave as well," Rachab told Salmon and his companion,...