*Teresa* This is a story about firsts. A whole bunch of them in fact looking back at them now. Everyone says they clearly remember the first time they ever made love with anyone. And I suppose that's true. But I clearly remember all the other first times as well, as though they were yesterday. I met Teresa in the 5th grade. She would later become the girl...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER To those on the outside, Ben Marshall and his fiancée Bridget O'Connell look like a perfect, good-looking yuppie couple living in the Australian city of Brisbane in the early 1990s. However, in private Ben struggles with his bride-to-be's bossy, bitchy and controlling personality, with things only getting worse as their wedding dr...
"That's not fair. I honestly don't care what a man does for a living. It does, however, matter that he has the intelligence to carry on a conversation." "A conversation about...what?" her younger sister, Deanne, asked. "Classical music and art history?" "No. It doesn't need to be about those particular subjects," her sister replied a little too defensively...
All characters depicted in this story are aged at least 18, and all acts and events are based entirely on the imagination of the author. ***** It was a Wednesday afternoon during half-term, but even so the doctor's surgery waiting room was quiet. Apart from an elderly gentleman, two young women with small children, and a man who looked to be in his mid-20s...
Here we are, at last, at the final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with me on this long, long road. I'm truly grateful for every view, rating, comment and follow you guys have given me. It's what kept me going right until the end. So thank you all. And enjoy the conclusion to Dan and Rose's story. — — — Rose "Ouch!" I yelp, as Dah...
Some 27.000 words about nothing. Undoubtedly that's what some will say. Hopefully others will see it differently... The basis of this story is sex trafficking. That is not romantic in any way: it's probably the lowest of all low and abusive businesses in existence, and I'm aware of that. This is mostly about the aftermath though, and with the help of the a...
Authors Note: This story is for the Valentine's day contest. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to MrsWolf for coming on board as a beta/proof reader for me. ~ellie * Kristy groaned, true to what the weatherman had predicted the last week of January had been hot enough to melt a person caught in the sun leaving them in a puddle on the sidewalk. She struggled to c...
When life is good, it is important to take time and celebrate it. ============= Lisa and I were best friends. When Song was working night shifts, Lisa and I used to have long conversations into the night. On one of our first ones, just a few weeks after Lisa came into our lives, I raised a question about her career choices. I asked her why she did not beco...
2003 Angus and I had assumed that nothing would come of our application to become foster parents but three months after we applied, we received a phone call and, two hours later, a kid. Rafael was a dark-skinned, orphaned, indigenous thirteen year old. He'd spent the first three years of his life in a town camp in central Australia and the next ten years...
This is my submission to the Wine and Old Lace event. I went a bit back farther than most, but it still fit the parameters. I hope you enjoy. ***** I watched the settlement for six days, amazed at how inept the people were at the simple task of living. They were oblivious to their surroundings, the men stomping about self-importantly while the women, for t...