Howard knew he would need coins for the parking meter at lunchtime and tried his wife's oddment draw in the bedroom. Beneath the clutter was an unfamiliar black-covered notebook. Knowing he shouldn't, he opened the book and read from the first page. It was written in Judy's familiar round hand in red ballpoint and he thought it was a diary or journal. He ski...
"Character," Kristin said. "The most important part of any piece of fiction. If you start writing with only a plot in mind, you will struggle with your characters. However, if you start with your characters, they will create your plot for you." The writing workshop was nearly full. Kristin Morris had had eleven books on the romantic bestseller list. Her cur...
Chapter 1 Rustling sheets broke the otherwise perfect silence. The white moonlight made her form glow in slats beneath the heavy comforter, the pale smoothness of an arm the only piece of her in sight aside from the peek of wild auburn curls that marred her pillow. Restless dreams seemed to leave her tired and hostile every morning and tonight would be no d...
I am passionate about teaching, but find that lecturing to my freshman intro to biology class is sheer torture. The students sit in the lecture hall, bored and disdainful, while I pointlessly try to introduce them to the joys of the cell or photosynthesis. It has gotten to the point that I pretty much dread going to this class. Yet, in the middle of the seme...
So, you want to be a writer? Maybe not, but keep reading, you might be entertained. The first rule that many people tell you in creative writing is "Write what you know." I'm going to tell you that this is the last thing you should do. No one wants to read about your family drama. Do you think that Vince Flynn is actually a terrorist hunter? Or that Bob...
Fantasy I had during my history class my senior year of high school. My boyfriend and I were 18 and horny as hell. Hope you enjoy it! -Cassandra "God, what I wouldn't give to take him into my mouth and suck him dry," I thought as I sat in my History class looking at my boyfriend. He has the most beautiful green eyes, that enchant me. I was so horny, I was...
It's been a while since me and John had one of our... meetings... I had pretty much been avoiding him but God damn I missed him. I hated to admit it but I missed the way he made me feel, the way his breathe felt against my skin. Sometimes late at night I would find my mind wandering back to where it all began, against his office desk and my hands would go do...
She settled on the park bench, placing her purse next to her, and turned her attention to the man on his knees next to the bench. She sat watching him, kneeling before her in his dress slacks and starched white shirt, without giving him much more attention than she'd give anyone else in the park.. He held his cock in his hand, exposed to anyone who would wal...
I am passionate about teaching, but find that lecturing to my freshman intro to biology class is sheer torture. The students sit in the lecture hall, bored and disdainful, while I pointlessly try to introduce them to the joys of the cell or photosynthesis. It has gotten to the point that I pretty much dread going to this class. Yet, in the middle of the seme...
Becky lurked by the kitchen window, a black notebook open in front of her, pen in hand as though writing a story - but she didn't put a single word to the paper. The closest the pen got to the notebook was when she set it down, only to nervously pick it back up a few minutes later. The sheltered teen stared outside, like she had the past few days, waiting to...