Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Los Angeles, California Bright sunlight pierced through the window of a car moving down the street. A man sat in the driver's seat, behind the wheel and a pair of dark sunglasses as he made the drive through Dow...
FNN News decided to host a charity ball and all proceed were to go to our brave troops returning from Afghanistan and Iraq. You name them and they were there, all the big names in television broadcasting and everyone was having a ball. The liquor flowed freely and our host, Shaun Hannity came onto the stage and began to speak; "Ladies and gentlemen, now that...
The last half hour was still a blur to Drake. He wasn't quite sure what had just transpired but knew it was amazing. They were driving to a Hell's Pizza back in her city and she was telling him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. New Zealand had always been his life's number one vacation spot he wanted to visit since he was little and watc...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
Note from author- My personal twist on the infamous NBA pool party incident with Racquel Darrian. Featuring Tami Monroe and Savannah. ***** It was the on the third day of Racquel Darrian's recuperation at the NYU Langone's Tisch Hospital that Tami Monroe had to say goodbye to her old friend. Tami was near the end of her eight hour shift and came to room 3C...
Amanda Lewis stood staring at the end of her driveway where she'd watched Jack Nicholson's taillights disappear and heard the sound of his tires screeching in his haste to get away. She could feel tears threatening again when she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard Heather's soft voice. "My God, Amanda... this must've been one hell of a weekend..." She t...
Tim called in sick the following morning. He had a bad case of the fever, he informed his secretary over the phone, and didn't wish for anyone to call his line. He'd seen the kids off to school, had been stopped by one of Ellen's fellow teacher colleague who'd enquired about her absence. He made an excuse, ironically, of her catching the fever and was at the...
Chapter One Jake Daniels jumped up and cheered along with a thousand other fans of the Thunderbirds as the new forward made a, "nothing but net" three point shot from the corner. Watching the Thunderbirds play basketball was about the most exciting thing to do in Fargo, North Dakota. The CBA team was struggling in the standings of the small league that had...
Thanks to Mikothebaby for editing this story with her usual panache even though she wemt through hell this week. Thanks also to those of you who read last week's story. * * * * * * Every year at about this time, the entire country goes just a little bit basketball crazy. Okay maybe I'm understating it a tad, but it's pretty harmless isn't it? For just a l...
Hey, there. My name is Jacob Celestin and I'm a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man's college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I'm definitely not havi...