I was walking across campus last night when I ran into an old friend I hadn't seen since sophomore year. It being my senior year, I was surprised to see him. Kenneth is a wonderful man with golden hair and sparkling blue eyes. When he saw me, I could tell he knew me but wasn't quit sure who I was. After all it had been three years. We had met in a Statist...
I was a very good girl growing up. I was the youngest of two daughters. I never gave my parents any trouble while my sister was a bit more of a challenge for them to raise. My sister is 5 years older than me we have always been different in many ways, but we also have always been very close. Beth was a bit of a free spirit when she was younger and didn’t lik...
I mentioned in a later story that that I carry Mace. I just say that. I carry pepper spray, but "Mace" has a nice ring for those who enjoyed the "Medieval Weapons" chapter in seventh grade. How mankind has advanced. A mace was a club with a round metal head bristling with sharp spikes. You could crush your opponent's skull. With Mace, you burn out his brain,...
We had known each other since middle school and had dated off and on since. When I wanted to celebrate anything or she needed to celebrate anything the other was there. We lost our virginities to each other at the prom even though we were technically with others at the time. Of course we lost those others when they learned of it. We had been sex partners si...
(First time writing so just bare with me but I hope I do A good job for you all. Please let me know in the comments any suggestions or ideas you may have. If at some point you come across a picture that is owned by you and you would like it taken down just let me know and I'll take it down. Otherwise enjoy!) You are awaken from your concious slumber from a k...
Dread it, run from it, but all your friends from high school and college getting married before you is probably gonna happen all the same. You’ve been to three in the past year and now, in the middle of a brutally hot August, you’re set to go to another. This one might actually be fun, you think, it is two of your best friends from high school getting hitche...
Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is based on a true story. * Kay Stiles inserted herself into my life the first week of sophomore year. A petite blond ex-high school cheerleader/gymnast with huge baby blue eyes and large toothy smile, she abandoned sports at university to join the geek world by choosing an acco...
"Liz Baker has added you as a friend on Facebook. We need to confirm that you know Liz in order for you to be friends on Facebook." Tom glanced at this subject line, halfway down a long list of unread emails that had accumulated on his laptop over the long weekend. He smiled. It had been almost thirteen years since he had met Liz at Duke. They had been in t...
"I'm going to hate this," I announced to Marisol while we quickly got dressed in the girls' locker room. We were the last two girls in there, having had to search for our clothes which had been hidden by some of the other girls as a practical joke. Marisol was on the verge of crying because she would most likely be late for her job. I wasn't taking the delay...
We grew up together. She was the only daughter of the richest family in town. I lived down from their estate in a modest house with two sisters and my mom and dad. My dad worked at a farm implement factory. He had started to work there right out of High School and had been working there for the last twenty years or so. My mom was a school teacher. She had us...