Author's Note: The story will make more sense if you read the preceding chapters or at least Chapter 1. Please take the time to vote and provide feedback. They mean a lot to me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A couple of weeks passed with more or less the same routine. Sometimes Nancy was allowed to volunteer and sometimes Lara and so...
Despite the many years since I had last felt that touch, I knew instantly that it was Traci's hand resting on my upper arm as she came around from behind me and sat down next to me at the table. Up until then I had been sitting alone at the groom's family table at the wedding reception for my oldest grandson, married earlier that day. I had slipped in to t...
The Beginning The end of the school year was always a stressful time for me. Not only do I have to administer and grade over 100 final exams, but grading final projects, completing report cards, and of course, the dreaded packing of my classroom. I wasn't sure which part I hated more as it was so much work at a time that was filled with so much joy and sorr...
It was nearly 6 in the evening by the time I pulled into the high school parking lot. I sat in my car for a few more minutes listening to the end of a hockey game, not really wanting to go inside. It had been more than a decade since I had been here and wasn't really looking forward to this. In the years since my high school graduation, I had managed to get...
We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. -Li Bai, trans. by Sam Hamill The last living thing on Earth sat beneath the bloated red sun, using the energy of the dim rays to turn to the raw elements of its habitat into useful tools for its continued existence. DNA coded for RNA which was turned into proteins, much as it had for b...
You're sitting in class paying close attention to the clock as it ticks down to the final bell. You were just seconds away from becoming free from High school. Everyone else in the classroom now seemed to be doing the same thing you were doing as you start to hear the class shout 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! RIIINNNGGG! The entire class of seniors stands u...
CH. 6: TAKE YER' WHIPPING LIKE A SHAMED SLUT, SPOILT PRINCESS! "So you are the High'n Mighty, hoity -- toity Princess, huh????!!!! Not so hoity--toity now are we, highness??" His angry sarcasm was punctuated by furious swats on the black'n blue Blue-Blooded Bottom: Smack! Slap! Slash!!! OWWWWW! MERCEEE! I'll do anything, pleeeeeze STOP OWWWWW!!!! She wa...
Chastity gazed into the flames… the cold night air sending electric shivers across her skin. She felt goosepimples rising across her tightly crossed arms. Her nervous, embarrassed compulsion to cover herself as much as possible. Yet, the fire from the barrel bathed her in waves of blistering heat. Its forked spew of flickering yellow and orange light casting...
I tend to dislike parent/teacher nights. The parents, if they actually bother to turn up, tend to whine a lot, explaining it's not their fault that little Johnny/Mary is a thug/tart with the intelligence of a goose and the social skills of a mongoose. I have to gently explain that I'm there to further the kid's education in basics like reading and writing....
Isn't there or shouldn't there be a law or a guarantee that we can return our parents when we are done with them and/or when we don't want or need our parents anymore? I was thinking how, as they age, when our parents are unable to care for themselves, and even though it is a terrible hardship for them to be so dependent upon their children, it is a real bu...