When I stepped off the plane I was so nervous and excited I felt dizzy. I stopped at the men's room to freshen up; I wanted to be at my best when she first saw me. It had been over one month since we had seen each other, held each other, or kissed each other. We talked almost every day, for which I was grateful, but that left a lot to be desired. My heart wa...
Dear Reader, After having written 150 stories and 47 poems on this site since January, I have made some observations, some of which I have shared in my story, Hits vs. Voting and Public Comments. Those of you who vote and leave comments will either take pride in the fact that you are not who this story is directed at or will rise up in your self-righteous...
My name is Linda La-Patience. I'm a young woman of French-Canadian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Montreal, Quebec, but Ontario has been my home for a long time. I stand five-foot-seven, slender and wiry, with long Black hair, alabaster skin and pale green eyes. How I met my husband is one for the ages. I...
Scotland: 1557. Colin MacLean pulled up his horse in his castle's courtyard and looked around. In the bustle of servants and hunting dogs, he caught sight of Fiona, his current favorite, coming out of the great hall. "Greetings My Lord," she called enthusiastically. "Had you luck with the hunt?" "Aye!" he called back with raucous good humor, "and the ni...
She knew she could stop it if she wanted to—but did she? So much had surprised Susan already tonight. That the three of them were together at all on this delightfully warm summer night, for one. Her husband Martin and their friend Beth, here for the weekend, no kids. Theirs at camp, hers with her ex. Susan hadn't even imagined that it could happen, and she...
They met for breakfast. She was filled with anticipation and trepidation. They were fascinated and fascinating. She carried the impression of hard and cold; intelligent and analytical and over all, disinterest. Why had they brought her here? What would they achieve through this? This was a passionate woman? She appeared distant. Breakfast was served, bo...
On Sunday Morning Violet came home from her night shift job, she was tired, and irritated. She'd had to write up an aide and wasn't particularly happy about that. As she came through the side door into the incredibly cluttered house, she dumped her large bag on the floor next to the sofa bed she slept on and stared at it. She'd remembered all the times in...
Morgana rode up to the gates, and only one side opened as she neared. "I must tell father that his gates are broken again." She thought to herself. "Erastus Adamson, the steam and clockwork genius of our age....More like Erratus, these days. He's lost his Midas touch, and seems to spend all his time repairing his mistakes" she thought to herself as she drew...
"Just go with it, bae," she tossed over her shoulder as she rummaged through the junk drawer in the front room. It was 2 in the afternoon and I had been standing in the middle of our loft blindfolded, naked, and holding a glass of red wine for 10 minutes. I would argue I was going with it. "I know I interrupted your lunch with that tramp Taren but I just...
It all began one Saturday afternoon when I had decided that the boredom of staying home was too much, especially on a hot day like today. As I walk down the busy high Street, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm a Bengali British guy, from a good family in England. I'm 5ft 9 inches tall, light complexion, average weight, medium build, firm chest and...