The party was at the Manor House, this was in the centre of the village, next to the church. It was a large rambling Victorian house, in large grounds and was owned by an elderly couple, Mr and Mrs Perry. The house in the twenties, when they were young, was filled with a large family, they missed that, so allowed the house to be used for a party for the scho...
There was only one more presentation to sit through. "Focus," thought Mary. "Just because you are giddy with pent up desire and longing doesn't mean that the poor shmuck who came all this way should suffer." And maybe, just maybe, if nobody asked questions just to hear the sound of their own voice, she might get back to the hotel a bit early so that she coul...
This is a re-do of my story from my old profile that I can no longer get into. The old story was called "Knight in Shining..." I have redone this story with better writing, details, and development. It is much longer now. So, if you've read the old one, I would appreciate reading this one and giving me feedback on improvements or critiques. Thanks, and enjoy...
James Reynolds was in love and tonight he was going to do something about it. He was in love with his friend and co-worker Susan Rains. Susan and James met while both working on their MBAs at the state university. After graduation both found work at the same company and continued their friendship. Susan was very pretty, petit and slender with a hint of exoti...
The large, three-story split-level house was alive with music and the sound of people talking and laughing. The party could be heard from outside, as Becca soon found out, when her father pulled up in front of the white-painted house with the red painted door and green-trimmed opaque window. With no other trim or paint on any other surfaces, these looked str...
Writer's Note: A different one for me. This story is mostly true. I made up some of the conversation and thoughts, but according to an online friend this is the way it happened, which is why I decided to make it First Person from the wife's Point of View. The names have been changed to protect the guilty, even though the only thing they are guilty of is havi...
EPILOGUE: "Flowers, tons of them everywhere!" A very small girl was running through the field of flowers, lost in her on little world. She could hear the river from where she sat and cried. She absolutely loved this place. It was her place to go when the hitting and the shouting was too much for a 12 year old to comprehend. Alyssa's life wasn't a fairytale...
They say that a life of crime will inevitably lead towards a disastrous end. I understand this, but I also understand that criminal lifestyle is more of a necessity rather than choice at first. And then it becomes addiction, like drugs or sex, it becomes more than need, you start enjoying it. The lines of choice and need blur after a while and you stop think...
I was in my second year of a joint language and law master's degree at a major US university. The work had kept me busy, and while I'd kept my hand in dating some of my fellow grad students, nothing had seemed to click. Then one day I was sitting down at my favorite street cafe on campus when a cute brunette coed sat down at the table beside me. She was quit...
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...