The first time I met Tracy and Samantha was a drunken night in Detroit. They were living with a pimp named Walter. Walter was a mean mother fucker. He was bald with a gold hoop in one ear and a giant scar across his face. Tracy and Samantha looked good then. They were draped over some rich car salesman's knee. I only met them because my boy Rodney owed Walte...
Year: 2027... I think. No one's entirely sure anymore. Date: I've lost track of days, though I know it's summertime, probably a Friday. Name: Nozomi. Age: I think 17. Residence: Apartment 113 in building C of the old apartment complex in Shibuya. Situation: Mass Chaos. It's interesting actually remembering something, isn't it? It was definitely the summer of...
Anxious, I look at your spot. You’re not there. I turn and park the car. A good point of view. The small street is lightly lit, cars are parked on both sides. A few guys are strolling by, some nervous, some hesitating. From time to time, a guy approaches a girl pressed against the 6-storeys buildings. A little chat and the guy resumes walking. Sometimes, the...
For Russell Keane, it would all come down to this moment. Today was the last scene to be filmed for his revisionist Western, "The Noble Hearts," a film that would either elevate his career or destroy it. For the past decade, the Melbourne native had made a name for himself directing high-grossing, if lowbrow, horror films, but after hit after hit, he grew t...
I had a huge crush on this really cute Librarian. He's only the guy who stamps the books out and does the shelving, but I adored him and his little quirks. He's really shy and awkward (I find that endearing) and always kind when he serves me. He smiles ever-so sweetly, wishes me a nice day, comments on the book I'm taking out if it's something that he's read...
As I wait eagerly for you to come, my mind begins to wander. I prepare my binders and textbooks, trying to find something for us to work on today. I look through my assignment book, unsure, my mind unable to focus. Your firm, ripe breasts, calling to me like a juicy peach in the summertime. Your rosy red lips, which I fantasize about kissing, but have not ye...
It was hot as hell. But not just normal summertime hot it was also humid, which made walking down the street feel as if you were having to slice you way through the thick air. It was an Alabama heat wave, my air conditioner was on the blink and I was miserable. I needed to get out of the house but as I was doing the Girl's Night Out thing tomorrow, I didn't...
Elizabeth had the day off. It was early summertime and she wanted to drink some wine and work on her tan. Since it was in the middle of the week, she knew she'd be alone, so she did not bother with her bikini. She grabbed her bottle and glass and went out to the pool in the backyard. She removed her robe and spread it on the chaise lounge. The feel of the wa...
The man shades his eyes and squints ahead, trying to see through the glinting sunlight reflected off the rivers eddys and currents. His raft moves lazily through the brown slow waters, guided by his sure hands and arms, pushing and pulling the pole in and out of the muddy river floor. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while...
6:35AM on a Thursday morning, and I was in a strange city for a conference. Granted, it was nice to get away from the office for a few days, but I certainly would have preferred to spend the time away from the office with my baby girl. By sheer luck, I had been given a hotel room overlooking a park with a large lake, connected by a short, narrow river to o...