A sincere thank you to all those who took the time to read my first story, "Summer 1970". The favorable response was both unexpected and greatly appreciated. Special thanks to those who were kind enough to comment both publicly and privately. Encouraged by the response, the story continues... Part one of two Fall 1970. Freshman year of college is underwa...
Justine Graves woke up sore and disoriented. She remembered going out with her friend against her better judgment. She knew that she had an early morning meeting with the partners of the law firm that she was a junior partner at but dinner and drinks with her best friend and fellow junior partner Pam was too hard to pass up. "Come on Justine, we'll be home...
"This is ridiculous. I love it." Ava stood in front of the mirror in her room, looking up and down her body at the skimpy costume she was trying on. the tight spandex Catwoman top exposed her entire midriff and barely covered her perky teenage breasts. She could faintly see her areola poking out of the top of each cup. She brought her latex-gloved hands up...
Along with a bunch of old porn magazines and Beta tapes I found in a storage locker was this journal written in my a man with amazing penmanship, which made reading the fading ink a lot easier than you would think for something 40 years old and kept in a dusty box. I have no idea who this guy was, but I like his style. Here's a entry I particularly enjoyed...
It is not easy to move; worse either back to your parent's house. "Urgh! I can't believe that happened to me, what a dick. He fucked up my life." I said angrily to myself -- probably cursed a little more out loud, I couldn't remember. Every one of us has expectations, dreams, and something we never want to happen, despite the choices we made in life. To m...
Sorry for the wait, guys. A lot's been going on in my life so I haven't had time to submit it. Anyway, here's chapter 3. During this chapter, I have changed from one protagonist to 2 points of view. Both characters will write in first person but I'll separate their parts clearly. Also, the second character writes in present tense whereas the first uses pas...
Kenny Shea loved his grandmother dearly, which is why he often rode his bike across town to do chores and things the widowed senior citizen could no longer handle easily. That was how he ended up painting her garage during the recess between semesters at college, and while it wasn't really something Kenny was particularly good at or enjoyed doing, he did it...
The Twenty-four-year-old Dr. Araya Quizaria sat anxiously beside her mother waiting for the signal to move to the vehicles. Her mother was former Commodore Drexlia Quizaria, the most infamous prisoner interrogator of the Altonesian legions when the war on earth first began. She was well known for her the harsh torture and treatment of earth human prisoners d...
Author's Note: Please be kind in comments I have a sensitive artist heart. That being said, constructive criticism is welcome. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The sun was just creeping through the windows of Ebony's old styled house. Golden fingers skimming over the blinds before reaching into the living room, crawling across the rug where Saber was...
12:05 in the afternoon. Zach and Anthony were running late. Stupid thunderstorm. Cleopatra Teleki sat in the office instead of in her car like she told Zach Pedigo she would. The rain was dropping cats and dogs so hard on the tin roof of the warehouse/office that she decided to wait. With no umbrella she didn't want to be soggy all over in her yarn like dre...