Chapter 12 -- Fruitcakes Nguyet texted me a few weeks later, saying that Thuy had split up with her man. Of course, I asked Nguyet facetiously to see if Thuy was up for a threesome. As it seems to be difficult to transmit humor or irony in messages, Nguyet took the question at face-value and asked Thuy, who, with only little hesitation, agreed that we could...
Dear Sir, I had a dream about us last night; per our agreement I have documented it in this letter to you. The dream started with the two of us in our new house. We were in the kitchen I think. Sadly I don't remember what it looked like since I had my eyes so focused on you the whole time (which is sort of disappointing, I wish I had gotten a peek at wha...
This is a true story. No names will be mentioned to protect everyone involved. ------ Once upon a time in my youth, I was having to learn about everything on my own. But after I turned 18, and I started getting concrete information about love and sex, and after I kissed my first girl, I realized just what a woman was, and a woman could be. I had four lov...
12 Years Later Chapter 2 - A Birthday Mabel turned over and groaned as she woke and sat up, rubbing her temples with her right hand. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and looked around her room with a smile, remembering every morning that had been like this the past twelve years. Today was special however. Mabel stood and took off her nightgown...
He walked into the room... an air about him struck her immediately. He was unlike any of the other Masters ~ quiet, observing all that was going on in the room. She whispered to one of her sisters "who is that handsome Master that just entered?" Her friend whispered that he was an occasional visitor there... every time, he did the same thing ~ sits on a chai...
There's such thing as too much background, sorry -- There was another student in Dr. Winter's office, meaning Tori had every chance to toss his coffee out and run. Dr. Adam Winter, Adam to his students, was the young upstart poet every English major wanted to be. He'd graduated from their small liberal arts college only a few years ago, giving him a yout...
The first thing that struck me was fear. A chill went through my spine as the frozen girl was rolled into the dining room on a wheel furnished table with a white linen tablecloth that reached almost to the floor. The procedure was slow; two waitresses pushed the table until it fitted right in front of me, sitting on a chair, napkin in knee. I felt like witne...
I was in the supply room down behind the copier trying to clear a paper jam when Bill and Henry came into the room for something. Since I really don't like Henry I didn't stand up and say, "Hi guys" so they didn't know I was there. They had been talking when they walked into the room so I didn't know who they were talking about, but the gist of the conversat...
PART ONE - A little background Relating a story like this is extremely peculiar behavior for me. I never considered myself having any “creative” flare or writing skill. What drove me to contact my now friend shooter3704 was simple. I needed to confide in someone, someone outside my circle of friends and acquaintances. I am about to recant some events that...
A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learn...