It was so unbelievably cold. Bowing her head, Alex pulled her leather jacket tighter around her petite frame as she stumbled across campus. Thoughts of just collapsing under the weight of a ridiculously heavy book bag and the frigid air seemed tempting. 'Go on without me,' she called silently to imaginary hiking mates as she pictured her trembling frame bein...
It was raining cats and dogs and it had been the same thing for two weeks. The rivers nearby Kyrhan's palace were flooding and many refugees had found shelter in the palace park which was ten feet higher than the rest of the plain. Kyrhan being the former local Maharajah had felt obliged to let them in. Few tourists visited the region during the monsoon usua...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. My Wife Is No Longer My Lover, Ch. 04 Sometimes not a good place to be, home alone with John. Continued from Chapter 03: Yet, if she knew her retirement would be like this, so empty and so boring, she would have better financial...
If you were touring America these days and you wanted to contact your manager or, indeed, anyone back in the UK, all you need to do is switch on a laptop or tablet or smart phone and use Skype. And if not Skype exactly, you'd use Viber or exchange e-mails or instant messages. But in the early 1990s, the internet was very slow and ridiculously expensive and m...
The following is a true story: As Marla and I drove away in our new Sport Utility Vehicle, a few Thursday’s ago, we were reminded of the adventure we had while shopping for the vehicle we just dropped off. I’m Rusty. Marla, my wife of 16 years, and I had a 1996 Ford Explorer Limited that was coming off of a two-year lease back in February of 1998. We talked...
"Click... clack... click... clack... click... clack," the echo off high heels walking across a freshly polished floor filled the lobby of Claybourne High School as one its teachers made her way inside from the frigid, mid-January temps outside. It was a cold Friday morning with a light dusting of snow covering much of suburban Ohio town Kim Dudley, and her...
All characters are 18+. I hope you enjoy the read and manipulation and story! ***** At some point in some of our lives we wait for something to come to us before we can move forward. 'Waiting for a perfect partner before I can truly grow and be happy'. Well, that was just it for me. Growing up a tomboy however wasn't exactly easy but boy was it fun. I had...
Chapter 12, In which we move up in the world It was difficult getting used to living on three whole floors instead of a single apartment. There was so much more to take care of! At least I had my own room again, even if it was rather cramped -- it just made sense to use the old servant's quarters because they were so conveniently located. I hurried downst...
I had awaken in a series of small steps. First, there was a vague feeling of pain- not piercing, but certainly not pleasant, either, radiating from my side and my calf. Needles and pins in my left arm, for I had been sleeping with it underneath me. Small steps. A soothing roaring of water all around me- approaching, then receding, then repeating in a hyp...
I had no particular agenda, and I really had little idea where I would be stopping for each night. My credit card limit was nearly astronomical, and Marsha was going to keep my bills paid while I was gone. It was in Santa Fe, I think, that I traded in my old SUV and bought a brand Ford Mustang convertible, and that was definitely a whole lot more fun to driv...