Occasionally everyone has that déjà vu experience. Time seems to be in slow motion as you watch events happening and you know exactly what's coming next; that feeling that you've lived this exact moment in time before. Whether it was something similar or something that we can't explain, most of us never know. For me, it was similarity to real life experience...
The Man Who Fucked His Way across Chelsea and Back Again - Part 2 INTERVIEW I was invited to see the head designer, Liza Blow at Vagina Shoes after a successful phone call. I forwarded some of my friend's best sketches by email and she phoned me back a few weeks later. Jefferson, who let me borrow one of his portfolios, was a Cordwainer's graduate and spec...
This is my third contribution to the Summer Lovin' contest 2019. Please remember to vote at the end and thanks for taking the time to read. I hope you'll enjoy my version of an enemy to lover's romance. Note! Night crabbing is allowed in some countries but forbidden in others. The crabs referred to here are 'Cancer pagurus', a species that lives in the Nort...
~Decorating the Newlywed - aka, 'Do [Her] Yourself'~ The smooth summer's breeze gave the day an almost magical feel as the sun set golden over the ocean horizon of the City of Taboo Dreams. The soft, unwinding of another productive, relaxing, and often illicit day would soon be slowly fading into the glow of the neon lights and street lamps as the night lif...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
Hey everyone, As I said in my profile. I'll be posting all of my novels online because of these uncertain times. Afterall, a good book can take away a few hours of stress. So, I guess this is my contribution to helping you make it through the day. If you would like to support me the best thing you can do is STAY INSIDE. Seriously. Nothing would make me h...
Chapter 1 "Come on, come on!" Lydia yelled impatiently back through the door of the townhouse. "Stephanie! Simone! Let's get on the road!" The twins appeared simultaneously, bags slung over their shoulders and both of them wolfing down the last part of their chicken salad sandwiches. "Coming, Mom," Stephanie said, stepping off the stoop and down the side...
Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer * "I love this drive," said Marisa, staring out at the scenery passing by. "Me too," added her husband, John. "Here's the big bridge. Not much longer." Marisa turned her attention from the blue water and the palm trees towards the famous seven mile bridge in the Florida Keys. Big Pine Key was their destination. It was just...
Hey Folks First off, thanks for all of the nice emails about the last story (Leave Her to Heaven). Even the people who thought the story was outside of their comfort zone found something nice to say. This one is more down to earth and firmly rooted in the real world. The only thing controversial about this one is the title. I originally wanted to call it Be...
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