Abbie Walden sat in the library in a stupor after five hours of intense studying for three major nursing exams. Very exhausted, she did not know how she would make it back to her dorm room on the sixth floor. With the last bit of energy she could muster, she gathered her books, slipped her book bag over her shoulder, and headed out the door. Leaving the li...
From the Devil's Cradle Ch 1 All characters are at least eighteen years of age. * Caleb Sparks sat with his hands folded on the table, casually he rolling his right wrist forward away an inch or so from him glancing at his CASIO Rangeman wristwatch, 21:17 hours that evening. Caleb let out a small sigh, he'd been sitting here for almost eight full hours. H...
Day or Night, you could always tell the Chicago skyline. I was on my way back home from a conference for medical devices. Before I knew it, I could tell the difference between a scapula and a speculum This was for a job that I never wanted, but really couldn't pass up because it let me wear women's clothes all the time. I actually preferred the old-style nu...
My name is Jamie, but now I go by Janie. I live with my mother Karen and my older sister Susan. My father was a financial wiz and took a small inheritance and turned it into a large trust fund. He was killed in a car accident when I was six. I don't really remember that much about him. I have lived with two women for as long as I can remember. I once asked M...
Posted: April 10, 2013 - 04:29:01 pm As Gwen hugged the president, she recalled Steve's stated desire to attend the Naval Academy. "Mr. President, I'm sure that you've heard about Steve Hammer by now. This morning he saved the school from being destroyed, as well as all the students and staff in it. He's been badly wounded, but Dr. Masters said she expects...
It was several weeks ago that it happened. It was a Thursday morning and I was up trying to get our two kids ready for school when the phone rang. Since it was only 7:30 I wondered who could be calling. Caller ID said it was an out of area code number which made me wonder even more. "Hello." I spoke into the mouth piece. "John, its me." It was Clare, my...
Haunted Manor Copyright Oggbashan September 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. **********************************************...
This story could be in a couple of categories. I chose LW since it does revolve around a cheating wife. For the Burn The Bitch crowd, sorry, life doesn't always work that way. I have tried to come up with a real world scenario with a real world ending. There is some sex, at least in my poor way of trying to describe sex, but if you are looking for a stroke s...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
Changes I had just turned twenty and anticipation of change filled my thoughts. I was finishing my second year of community college and next spring I would be starting pre-med courses at USC. I would be spending one more semester at community college to complete courses which would allow me to start as an upper division student at USC. I had not anticipated...