How not to write -- A look at the common, and not so common errors on the internet Please note, I can't tell people how to write, nor can I ever hope to cover all the possible mistakes people make. This is just a little piece I put together a few months back for my college's e-magazine. Thanks for reading! * With the internet information sharing has nev...
My head was still spinning with the thought of 3 angry co- workers controlling my life and my body. What will they make me do? All I know is for now I'm going to play on, and I am going to stand firm. I am not fucking or blowing anyone, I'm not licking any pussies. One thing I did know was, for the time being I will play along. I have always dressed on the s...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Your world is dark. You lay on the bed as you were instructed, hands relaxed and at your sides, palms down, flat against the sheets. The soles of your feet also rest flat against the mattress, your knees bent and slightly spread, open and inviting. You are naked, and the l...
Andariel So, I wake up, which I totally hadn't expected. It's amazing really. I thought he meant to kill me. In fact, I'm certain he did. Maybe this is hell. Or heaven. Or purgatory. Or... something else. I'm not really up on my Christian ideology. I open my eyes and scream. It's an involuntary reaction, but still. I control myself and try to carefully anal...
Around the time the sky goes black and the wind whistles like a biker gang of banshees I go from a guy concerned about getting a bit nippy to wondering how long I can make my food last. The weather forecast promised a week of clear, if cold, skies for my solo winter camping trip. It got cold right if nothing else. The place I'd chosen to camp was in a sha...
A Girl called Areola and her sister called Beaver by Vanessa Evans Introduction This story is about how 2 sisters spent the summer break after their first year at college. Part 01 Yes I know, who the hell would call their daughter Areola? Well my parents did, what they were thinking I will never know. When I asked my mother why, she just said that her a...
We have had adventures like tonight on many occasions, but my heart still pounds hard and ruthlessly in my chest, like it is the first time. I hear it in my ears, feel the blood in my veins rhythmically pushing faster through my body. I see nothing. You like it that way, need it that way. A blindfold is the only article of clothing I am permitted. Not that y...
It's early, too early and I've got to pee. Sunlight beams through the slightly open curtains lighting my way to the bathroom. The room is still hot, too hot for this time of the morning, but then the weather has been crazy. Your laying spread eagle on the bed, sheets kicked off. Nightdress tossed on the floor during the night as you tried and cool down. I ca...
It was 3.30 in the morning. It must be a - 40 degrees outside, but inside their tent, it had been a night of heat. Cozy and Comfortable inside the tent - his tent, his sleeping bag. Which she noticed now was made for a couple. Did he plan it all along? Pulling the wool wrap over her shoulder she picked up the smokes, lighter and unzipped the tent. To walk ba...
Exhausted, I stood in front of the heavy wooden door holding the brass key the little old Italian mama in the café a few doors away had just handed me. Her grey hair was pulled back in a severe bun at the nape of her neck and she was wearing a loose black sack-like dress, cinched in a little at the waist by her blue and white striped apron. Her impatience at...