I unlock the door and step inside, closing the door behind me. Putting my bag down, I hear my answering machine beeping. I grumble under my breath, swearing I need to get a silent one. I hit the play button as I search through the cupboard for something chocolate. I freeze when I hear your voice play on the machine. "I hope you’re having a good day slut. I...
I decided in my feeble mind to ask Rita for her hand, and I guess the whole rest of her nubile young body for that matter, in marriage. I was having a tough time getting around to asking her though. I was busy with Camille working on a rough plan for starting the development of our recently acquired property and I just never found the right moment. I went t...
I would start with a warning: Never, Never, NEVER! Allow your partner to have a computer memory stick which is the same as your own, no matter how good that "two for the price of one" offer appears to be! The frustration that you feel when you're a thousand miles from home and realise that you've got your wife's; is as nothing compared to the feeling of horr...
It's not like I was abused as a child. Maybe I was ignored at times by my dad more than any thing else. In other words, I think I had a normal child hood. I was shy and craved more attention than I got and when it was time for dating, all my friends had boyfriends and experiences long before I did. But the kind of attention I crave now, I can only attribute...
The cold November rain pounded off my flesh like a million needles piercing my skin as I ran through the dark streets fleeing the terrible fate that threatened to consume me. My feet and legs felt as if they would fall off…I had to stop but there would be nowhere to go, that he wouldn't find me. My only hope was to find somewhere that I couldn't be s...
It was getting dark. The wind howled like a wild animal. A spattering of rain made me shiver. I really didn't care. I kept walking. I had no idea where I was heading. I remembered the final few minutes of my last so called 'relationship' a year ago. Donna had slapped him. He looked at me and then walked out. "Be gone when I get back, or I'll call the polic...
James had spent the remainder of the week challenging himself about whether or not to take the job. Who was he kidding? He was more excited about this job, than if his former boss rang him up, offering him his old job, a £100k pay rise at half the hours! This had benefits way beyond the odd magnum over lunch on a Friday. Having gathered all this belongs, he...
NOTE: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * "Are you sure about this, Chrissy?" Lisa Myers flipped through the sketchbook worriedly. The rest of her friends all seemed so sure about getting the same tattoo together, but she couldn't get over what pe...
Sarah Dickens sat alone at the table sipping her coffee. Around her mums and their young children went merrily about discussing the holidays and shopping. It was such a foreign concept to her: family. She had grown up in a string of caring and decent, if not permanent, foster homes. Her mum had been a drunken slag, who vacillated between beating and neglecti...
"Zeinab Al-Sharif, you do not at the present time meet the Immigration & Refugee Board's Criteria and Conditions for refugee protection, therefore, your request for political asylum has been denied," read the letter from Citizenship & Immigration Canada, and Zeinab Al-Sharif shook her head, and sighed deeply. This was the end of all hope for her. Having deni...