Not all is as it seems... Do we ever really know what goes on behind closed doors? Do we ever stop to think of the freak that exists beneath the surface? I am a high school teacher...most people who meet me think sweet and innocent. If they really knew the dark side that lurks beneath the surface they'd be appalled that I teach their children. I am owned; I...
Last night I was actually nervous as I climbed our stairs, winding my way to the third floor. My bedroom still warm from the heat today, the ceiling fan only stirring the air. The honeysuckle that strangles our front fence was filling the air with a soft sweet smell. I sat on the edge of my bed, soft sheets rumpled. My heart was beating, and there was a memo...
When everyone first meets me they think of me as tiny and adorable. Sometimes this gives them the false illusion that I can be easily made a victim. I've been in some situations in the past that could have ended not so great for me. Luckily I was always able to talk my way out of the danger the men posed. I heard about jiu-jitsu and how it was designed for...
15.00 Darmstadt I stand on the platform and wait for the train, HER train. She doesn't know I'm getting on. I don't know what she looks like. I haven't got a clue as to why I am even here. Something is urging me to be here. Wild horse couldn't keep me away from this platform in the Darmstadt Hauptbahnhof. The train arrives. I get on and slowly start making...
Brian Smith was just months out of college when he received the phone call. Glancing at the caller id, Brian rolled his eyes as he realized it was his uncle Phil, always his advocate, on the line. He expected the usual lecture: "Brian, you can't live off of your parents' will forever. You need to find some occupation... With a B.S. in Biology..." The rant us...
Aditi pulled out of the driveway. When she did, she swore she had driven over another bull-frog, and bit her tongue. Bull-frogs are becoming a nuisance this time of year. So much so, she has stopped allowing her children play outside. Leaping bull-frogs everywhere. She taught her three-yr. old son, Ayan, to say 'Bull-frog', just yesterday. 'Boo- fog' he...
I stand on the edge of the horizon and I recognize her- the woman in the mask. She does not cry or mourn and she pretended not to notice me. It started a month ago and I just can’t seem to get it out of my mind. It was an echo of a rat-a-tat sound of falling rain on a tin roof, a cycle that seemed to repeat itself over and over again. I had been here before...
I think I am in trouble. What is it with me? Why do I have this wicked skill for getting myself into situations that freak the hell out of me? I don't know what I am doing or how I got here. I am in way over my head. I am out of my league and out of my mind. I am wondering if I should just back up and away. I want to run. I don't know what to do here. Ho...
As an author, I have a newfound respect for other authors. I seem to now dissect and evaluate novels on two very different levels. On one level, I view it as a form of entertainment, determining if the story is amusing and interesting. I try to understand the characters and truly see which character I relate to the most. As an author, I am analyzing the plot...
In a nondescript hotel room, the middle-aged woman, dressed in a jet black cat suit and 4" black patent leather heels, draped herself over the back of a chair, taking a wide stance and supporting her upper body with the chair. It didn't occur to her how strange these actions would seem to someone unschooled in the dynamics of submission and Dominance. Rather...