White. All white. Too much white. It's still so, sometimes, in the hospitals. They think it gives an idea of cleanliness, of hygiene. And with the modern lights, the modern furniture, even a wiff of future, of technology. But if you hang there too much, maybe you understand why white, for many eastern people, is the color of the death. Of the mourning. Of...
To catch readers up, I'm writing an unnumbered series of true stories about my life in my 20's, starting more than 20 years ago when I was in college in Austin, Texas. I was already married then, living in student housing with my husband and this was the year I first became a shared wife. I don't think my stories need to be read in sequential order but if y...
Alex's hands began to glow in anger over the comment thrown at his face. He would have love nothing more than to fry this guy to ashes, but he couldn't forget the greater good. "I didn't leave my grandfather. Ever since my birth he knew I was different. He more or less accepted that I had to go." "Not for nothin' man, but I really don't care. I've had a ha...
It started subtly, as a slight tingling between her legs. Mia's thighs had rubbed together only briefly, but somehow the touch had felt electric. The feeling spread through the girl's body like water seeping through fabric, until it was like having pins and needles encasing her entire being. Mia turned off the locker room shower, gasping at the startling se...
Chapter 15 - Tamara Note: All characters in this story involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older * Tamara led me by the hand up the stairs. It was so pleasant to hear the noisy sounds of the crowd outside starting to fade away into peaceful quiet. She took me all the way down the hall, opening the door into her bedroom. I was already swir...
Author's Note: Everyone is eighteen or older! ***** "One." "Hayden Christensen." "Two." "No fuckin' way, Hayden?" Dey tossed one of her cards down on the table. "Tap for this card," she said, jerking her chin to catch the attention of the table. The smart tabletop whirred and three of the land tokens -- two island, one mountain -- turned on their...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Marry me." Deafening silence fell over the room, then after a long pause Felicity was just about able to get out a single word, a dramatic change from seconds before, "What?" Sara had been trained to make split-second decisions which...
While I generally leave anything referring to comic books or superheroes to my esteemed friend and colleague Rebekah Hendershot, author of Masks, I am now stepping in. Dear Disney, you own Marvel now. Have Joe Quesada walk the plank off the roof of 666 5th avenue. You can have Johnny Depp hold the sword that nudges him off, if you like. Why do I say that?...
This is my first story and constructive criticism is most definitely appreciated. ------------------------------------------------------- Prologue: "What doesn't kill you... leaves you scarred and broken" Unknown NAU Soldier The year is 2114 and the world is in ruins. Nearly two decades ago the peoples of Earth were ready to celebrate the turn of the cen...
Author's note: I recommend you read the earlier chapters before this. The chapter isn't standalone. ***** It's late morning when we head out. The sun is up in all its glory, tearing through the clouds to kiss us good morning. A sandwich and coke at a local eatery completes breakfast and as we walk back home, Edward wraps his hand round my back. The streets...