She walked down the hotel hallway, admiring the charming features that made the complex seem welcoming. This, however, was nothing compared to the welcome she felt by the hand that grasped hers. She looked up into his beautiful steely blue eyes and smiled dreamily. At last, they would finally be alone. To roam, to discover, to explore, to satisfy. At last t...
The old white Mazda sputtered and stalled. "Shit!" The black maned driver said as she coasted to the shoulder of the road. Once stopped, she tried the ignition again. The starter whined, but nothing fired. "Shit, shit, shit!" She said again, beating on the steering wheel with each word to emphasize her aggravation. Her green eyes tried to well up. "Fuck...
He always loved seeing her smile. Maybe that's why today hurt so much. Watching her, looking at her, he could see the sadness deep in her eyes. As she turned towards him, a meek smile forced its way through, before she turned again, not wanting him to see the sorrow that was in her eyes. Even knowing weeks before that today would come, that this day would co...
Cal was busy working on his stamp collection, sorting through several old stamps he had recently purchased at an auction, when he heard the chime of his computer signalling an incoming email. He glanced at his watch and was surprised, since most of his emails were news or sports updates, and came at the top of the hour. It was 8:21, which meant it was spam w...
Erica had been a friend of mine for a couple years. We met back in our freshman year of college- I was going to be an astronomer, and she was going strong for a graphical design degree. We hit it off pretty well, and probably would have wound up going out if she didn't already have a boyfriend. She met him online, and he lived in Rhode Island- pretty far awa...
It's December, and I have started working at a law firm. I file, type, and transcribe, and after my first few days on this job, when I showed up on time- not too hard to do considering I lived only a few blocks from the building- and did my job competently and professionally (their words), I was welcomed with open arms. You see, I replaced someone who set...
(I was writing this story when I was involved with two people. The three of us were the character basis. But they ended up committing to each other and forgetting I even exist, so I have no desire to bother trying to finish this story in the slightest. No names need to be changed as I already changed their names and Marie is my own middle name. To whomever d...
As an aspiring photographer, I'm always stuck for people to photograph as they never like your photos of them. Not because you have done something wrong, but because they don't like themselves. There's no photo in the world that's going to change that, so I was not really expecting any reply when I set my Facebook status to "wants a model". But two days late...
It's funny how some things you remember clearly while others vanish without a trace. Like driving home: there are days when I'd remember every detail of the trip and others when I'd just find myself in my driveway without remembering a single thing. The latter was how I found myself following Shyla. The last thing I remembered was sitting with her in the...
His home was remote by design as he was not the sort to blend in with the village folk and farmers who expected simplicity in life and who reviled the extraordinary. The few who knew of him and sought his aid were forced to undertake a long and arduous journey to his distant retreat. Four days hard ride north of the farming village Dubrin one's mount would...