For much of this year, I was trading some rather interesting IMs with a friend halfway around the world. Because of the time difference, we are rarely ever on IM at the same time, so most of our interactions end up being via offline messages (i.e., when I am offline, she sends an IM to me which I then see when I sign on later, and vice versa). These have bec...
"Oh, what power the giltie gie us, to see oursells as others see us." -- Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759-1796) Usually an editorial is the first thing I write for these newspapers. But some editorials are harder to write than others. This one is the hardest yet. Why? Because I keep changing my perceptions on how I see myself, and how I should discuss the...
Melanie looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection seemed distinctly blah today. There was nothing distinctive about her. Plain face, average body - not fat, not skinny, legs not long and not short, chest there but not much (B-cup breasts). Her straight nearly shoulder-length brown hair completed the anonymous look. "If the government ever wants a spy,...
MY NAUGHTY VIXEN The following vignettes were inspired by Ima and Isseii of the Lit boards. Thank you ladies for your amazing sexiness. * You have been such a naughty girl, I thought it was time you met some other naughty girls. I hand you your outfit for the evening, a small sundress that ties behind the neck and a pair of heels; all you will be wearing....
I saw Mr. and Mrs. French stopped at the light where Southgate crosses Euclid Avenue and becomes Hill Street. Before they put up a stoplight, there was only a stop sign. Euclid Avenue was called Nicolas. Back then, Mr. French's old Plymouth, with its huge fins in the back, would have still attracted attention. I was probably the only one who noticed it today...
SOOOOO much has been going on. I did NOT forget this story. I am finishing up a TON of work and still crazy with school. But here is the next chapter for Marcus! Enjoy! ***** Marcus had tossed and turned all night. His dreams were filled with Lila and what a future would have looked like together. They were the kind of dreams that felt a little too rea...
Chapter 5 - Life Lessons As a top predator, Minx had a highly developed killer instinct. Toying with one's prey is all well and good, in fact often quite delightful, but in the end there must be an end. The prey must be brought down, the decisive blow struck. When the coup-de-grace arrived, it should come without hesitation or mercy. Minx believed that sh...
Jon knew he should have left long ago. He had been here for hours. His early dinner long since finished. He had eaten two pieces of pie as an excuse to remain. He remembered the taste of the pie that night. He remembered everything about that night. Whether this was as good as that had been, he would never know. His sense of smell and taste deadened by those...
It was my son's first day of pre k at the local school. They make all the parents come the first day to meet the teacher and make sure the kids are ok. We walk in the classroom and they have seats picked out for us, so we sit down and I start filling out all his paperwork. After 15 mins or so the teacher starts talking. Looking around I see that I'm the only...
Sylvia McKay had been dreading this day for weeks, but there was no getting around it. She was headed for the lawyer's office that day around noon in the company of her two children for the official reading of her husband's will. She and Richard had drawn up the document together, so she didn't expect any surprises, but she had her kids with her anyway, fo...