A sandwich cookie is simple in design, yet complex in its duality in taste. A popular treat among many it can be made with a variant of flavors. The recipe at hand is of common flavors such as cinnamon and vanilla. How to make such a delicious item requires the expertise and patience akin to that of a pastry chef. In a seaside home bordering the shores of t...
I slept around the clock for two days straight. I vaguely remembered getting up and using the bathroom once or twice and then wolfing down a can of raviolis and drinking a soda before falling into bed again. I had worked the long Alaska construction season that summer and I was physically as well as emotionally exhausted from all the work of the season, my d...
A chill wind blew across the campus, catching the edge of the college's engineering building. The wind bent and twisted at the entrance of the building and a whirlwind of leaves swirled gently across the foyer before scattering. Nina stepped lightly down the short steps leading away from the building. Although she only had a single class for the day, her ba...
The uphill was endless, and annoyingly steep. For the thousandth time, I questioned my propensity to sign myself up for extra tough hikes. Especially when going solo. It sounds so glorious when I am at home planning it! "If it's not hardcore, it's not worth doing!" Yeah, right. Here I am, legs on fire, lungs on fire... Finally, I reached the ridge. Catching...
I felt like I was going to faint. My hands were shaking. I gulped, splashed water onto my face to calm down. I took off my shirt and pulled the short nightie over my head. Spaghetti straps, pale blue lace that hung down to cover my ass. I dropped my shorts and kind of laughed. Standing in my white men's underpants under this lace looked ridiculous. I didn't...
Chapter Five--Food Court & More Shopping We got out of the store without further incident. "I'm famished," Rachel announced. "Are you?" I should have been. I hadn't had that much breakfast because I was so keyed up. But I hadn't thought about food at all, and I didn't feel particularly hungry. My mind was, obviously, elsewhere. Walking along I felt very co...
Note: These stories are meant to have some level of disbelief, where you do not exactly question what is going on. However, I have read your comments and I will work on trying to address your concerns in coming installments. * Lucille, Stacy, Daisy, and Eliza are at the Lunch Hut, one of the few fast food restaurants left after the government published a...
Do you have any idea what it's like to genuinely feel afraid of death after existing for thousands of years as a nigh-invincible Immortal? Welcome to my life. My name is Makeda, although I go back by Mark Cedars these days. Even after walking the earth for many centuries, I am still in awe of what modern man can come up with. That's why I'm studying civil en...
Author's note: Now let's have fun. Feel free to toss out your own wishes for pairings and situations and we'll see what our couple can get up to. * Aiden unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped into a place he did not recognize. It was an apartment, but larger, with furniture that he recognized, but wasn't his. A large sliding glass door opened o...
(In chapter 1, Kirsten brings a sandwich to Joe, a cancer patient undergoing an experimental treatment, and stays to comfort him. Oddly, she continues to comply with his requests in spite of her words to the contrary, and the inhibitions she used to always have. When we left off, she was seated on the couch in front of him, had just told him that she was not...