As soon as the reporter walks in her office she is attracted to him. He is visiting her to do a story on her University and their "going green" efforts around campus. Although this interview was sprung on her by her boss late in the day, she regrets being a little miffed at him. She had wanted to go home on time. It had been a long day. But at least the repo...
Authors note: All characters in this story are at least eighteen. Send feedback if you wish! Enjoy ;) ***** Joey Smith sighed as he heard the door to his daughter's room slam shut, for the fourth time this week. It was the same problem as usual; another girl at school that she just couldn't seem to get along with. A few times over the last two months, he...
I woke up refreshed, but not totally oblivious to the fact that I was lying in one of the biggest wet spots I had ever found myself in... and it was all me, from my dreams. I could feel the wetness that coated my thighs and had found its way down my ass; I even had some on my tummy from where I must have rolled over in the night. Smiling, I looked at the clo...
Abby quietly pressed the lid of her laptop down, feeling the tiny latch snap into place with a sigh. Her fingers trailed idly over the cool surface, not yet willing to relinquish her grip. If she had her way, she'd have stayed up for several more hours with her stories, but there was a big day awaiting her in the real world, and she knew she'd need her sleep...
The numb disbelief I felt was replaced with paranoia and self-consciousness; I anxiously looked around to see if anyone else realized what happened. What had come over me? How could I have been so careless? These thoughts and variations of them formed an unforgiving, disorienting whirlpool. I had to get away. I hastily shoved my notebook into my backpack, an...
I wrote this short essay a few years ago for a college english class. After all these years it stills seems relevant to me and I hope to you also! A Writer Writes Writing has proven to be a very vital asset in my professional and personal life. In my experiences as a law enforcement officer I have seen the difference a well through out and detailed report...
She woke up early on Thursday morning, a bit nervous, and very much apprehensive. She was finally going to be meeting the man that she had been having delicious cybersex with for the past six years on and off. She could not believe her good fortune when an opportunity to be in his city for a week came up ~ the gods must have been smiling on her, and wanted h...
At the Airport I miss him. I miss the sensitive, proud, irritable man that I fell in love with. I miss telling him about my day, telling him my thoughts, telling him how special he is, telling him how special we were as a couple. I miss hearing about his nerdy projects and hearing about his passions and interests. I hate the fact that my side of his bed wi...
-01- Dusty roads as far as the eyes could see. The windows of her car were slid down. The music was blaring from her radio. Kayla, on her way to Southern California, was driving through the American southwest. The warm air barely cooled her down, unable to refresh her neckline under her mass of single corn braids. On the left of the road stood a sign. A sim...
*The first story I wrote involving ghosts. The main characters also sparked the idea for sequels with an anti-occult scientist haunted by a special slime girl and a village seemingly terrorised by a werewolf. * Chapter 01 It all began when I received an anonymous letter about a manor in the country. It said, "To Henrick van Schwaffle", that's me, "When...