Chapter 19: Sarah's Nighttime Rituals The two of them made for an interesting pair as they walked toward Sarah's bedroom: Jeff leading the way on his crutches, with Sarah following behind slowly and gracefully in his tiny wake, making sure to take small steps so as not to overtake him. To an outside observer, it looked like a young, bodacious, and unusually...
As the sun started to creep behind the horizon, and the hot summer day began to transition into a warm summer night, Peter realized that he had to take the trash down to the curb before the truck came tomorrow morning. He stopped washing dishes and went around to the backyard, taking the trash can from the side yard, down the driveway, to the curb out front....
This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
I was pleased with myself as I removed my new identity papers, credit card, and cash from the safe deposit box that I had set up nine months ago in anticipation of what had happened. While pleased I wasn't slapping myself on the back because it's what I expected of myself. You see, for better or for worse, I'm a fucking genius. A test pegged my IQ at 180, bu...
"I'm leaving BU," Matthew said as we walked down the sidewalk. We just finished breakfast, which was a first for us. Everything seemed to get quiet as we continued to walk. The past few months swam through my head in that moment. I had been thinking seriously about ways to find a new, more satisfying job and Matthew had been there to listen and offer help. W...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 8" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** Well, true to form for Nana, the restauran...
Tristan walked the creaky planks of the boardwalk, taking in the hot sun as his eyes passed over various wares from here and there. Detailed tapestries from across the sea depicting divine waves, spices with names he had never heard of, all of these enticing but he had his gold set on something a little rarer. As long as his math was right, his love's heat...
*Hi everyone! Please read my note at the very end and tell me what you think! Hope you enjoy it!* By the time they got to dinner, their reservations were no longer available but the owner saved them a good table anyway. The quaint restaurant had an extensive menu with things Nia couldn't pronounce, Lorenzo proceeded to order for her in fluent Italian. S...
AUTHORS NOTE 1: HEY EVERYBODY I'M BACK WITH MY FIRST SUBMISSION OF 2019. THIS STORY WAS A BIT DIFFERENT FOR ME, HAVING NEVER DABBLED IN WITCHCRAFT RELATED STORIES. THE STORY ITSELF IS PRETTY STRAIGHT FORWARD, BUT QUICKLY TAKES A TURN FOR THE SINFUL :P ***** "Hello my little pet, are you ready to go on your walk?" asked Scarlet as she grabbed her pet's coll...
The executive team, a few of the members of the IT department, and Jude and I were standing in front of a large monitor, displaying an empty web browser. Jude was leaning into his laptop, compiling our code solution and deploying it to their cloud servers. Somehow his facial hair had grown into this really sexy noon-o-clock shadow, I noted. "All right Rae....