It was a hot July night. I was lying in bed in short shorts and a tank top with the ceiling fan on. I was flipping through channels, trying to find something to watch as I texted my best friend, trying to see what was going on tonight. No one was doing anything; everyone complained about the heat and said it was too hot to do anything. To me, it was nice out...
It was cloudless and sunny when I finally stirred around, stretching and wincing a little at the sore, sensitive spots on my body. I quietly slid out of bed, careful not to wake Bella. Finding a clean shirt and a pair of raggedy looking jeans (also clean), I quickly dressed and went downstairs to take a look at the damage from last night. I slowly peeled...
"Damn that clock," Marty thought as she reached out to turn it off. "Sounds like a Mack truck backing up." The electronic alarm silenced when the switch was pushed. Marty lay nude under a single sheet. The heat in the early afternoon was nearly unbearable but that was the only time she had to sleep. Today had been her last day at school and graduation would...
They say no two snowflakes are alike, that each is unique. But as the wind whipped flakes into a blizzard-fueled frenzy, each felt like the same sharp-edged blade, ripping through the air to slice into my skin. I huddled further into my oversized coat, shivering as cold air slithered under its edges. Massachusetts winters are not for the faint of heart, and...
In a battle over the laundry that was lying on the floor rather than in the laundry basket, I finally asked him for a divorce. On the morning of our third day apart, I'd barely made it out of bed. The kids were playing outside while I sat on the sofa, crying over a glass of Pinot Grigio and wondering how my life had gone so wrong. We weren't newlyweds and...
Prologue They sat at the eight-sided picnic table, with one side in between them. The angle was just enough that they didn't have to face each other, confront each other head one, but just allowed them to see the other at the edge of their vision. Their conversation wandered much the same way--the threads of their words crossing only slightly. "I don't wan...
Steve was glad to be home for a couple of weeks. Being deployed to Afghanistan was not exactly what he wanted to do, but it was part of the job and therefore, unavoidable. In any case, it was good to be home. Jamie was on her way to take the kids to a birthday party when she got the call...Steve had just landed in the States, and would be home in a couple o...
I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess to put it simply, I'm addicted to masturbation. I'm like a junkie. I crave it. I need a hit every five minutes it seems. I can't even help myself anymore. For a while I tried to deny that it was a problem. I figured I was just overworked and undersexed. I chalked it up to a healthy libido and tried to go on with my...
Part One: The Wizard Terrill Thistledown ran her fingers through her unruly mop of fine hair, setting it into further disarray. She closed her eyes for a slow count of ten, and opened them again. The six people, who had appeared abruptly in front of her, still occupied the exact same spot in the clearing. She looked closer at the group. In the short space...
Tuesday "I didn't think you'd come..." The young man was standing in the same doorway of the same hotel room, apparently dressed in the same clothes. Sabine wondered whether he had gone home at all or had stayed there overnight. The room was paid for, after all, and she certainly wasn't going to use it. "That's what you said yesterday." Sabine's voice was...