The day started like any other: The sun rose, it founds its way across the sky, and it invariably sank into the horizon; but, something in the way the wind blew, made it a day set apart. They had known one another for a long time. He was a successful businessman, who's business it was to make other people money. She was a teacher. They hadn't spoken in alm...
Some girls really do ask for it. At my local comprehensive school, the one who asked most was an 18-year-old sixth form girl named Germaine. She just about got up everyone’s nose. Not that I am saying she didn’t have talent, because, quite clearly she did. Her main talent lay in her ability to swim well. At every school swimming gala she would be there stru...
Kira slept naked in the carriage, quite comfortable despite the lack of blankets. More magic, she supposed; no matter what she wore, or how vigorously she exerted herself, the carriage's interior always kept a pleasant temperature. The same couldn't be said outside. Lady Melia woke her to take her outside to pee, and the cool predawn air felt like razors af...
Another Clifftop College story, enjoy! ***** There was something about Smyth Robertson that made Claire come back again and again. His intense azure eyes were fixated upon as she stood before him, sending shivers down her back. His dirty-blonde hair hung messily across his forehead; she grasped it tightly as she sat down upon his lap, feeling his ever grow...
"I'm telling you Joe we are not in violation of the contract and this hearing is just a waste of time." "That's what you always say Robb and yet most of the time you are breaching our work agreement." Robb Handel was bluffing and he could tell that Joe Vasquez knew it. Yet what could he do, he was stuck between the proverbial rock and hard place. He knew h...
The Paperclip I sit in the corner of the classroom, yards away from three friends: Vanessa, Mona and Amanda. Vanessa is especially pretty as she daydreams while Mona and Amanda study for the next day's test. Twisting a paperclip, I accidentally flick it under Vanessa's desk. She sees it and senses my eyes on her legs. She notices my melancholy face and, b...
We met beside the creek that runs below Palmers' Cottage. They do say folks named Palmer actually did live in the cottage, back when, but it was before my day. The shabby old house had stood empty all my life. It was a hot day. I'd sat on the flat gray slab of rock where the Palmers had probably pounded their laundry clean. I'd tucked up my skirt and dangle...
AN: Thanks for clicking on my story! This is my first original idea that I've had the confidence to post; I don't have a beta so if anyone likes this story and would like to, feel free to contact me on here. This takes place at a small fictional private college, set in Paris, France. So there will be the occasional French (with translation) thrown into the s...
He came in with his adult son and his grandchildren. He was very quiet and although very immersed within the US culture, I assumed that because his son did not speak English, he did not speak English either. He was in his late 50's, attractive, dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin, and stood very erect. He did little but glower down on me as I interacted with hi...
In life, some people seem to get pleasure out of pissing others off. I think you know what I mean. We've all been there. The first time I laid eyes upon Joan, I thought she was a low-class, boring and obnoxious person. Where I come from, people like that are pretty common. Who am I? Stefan. A tall and fairly good-looking Black man in his early twenties. My e...