Alexandra's Story Alexandra sighed. Her studies were not going as well as she had hoped. The courses in law and business theory were especially hard. One quarter had already passed, and her grades hovered between 2.1 and 3.0 for most of her assignments. She knew she needed help, but most of the class shied away from her. She knew she was not well liked for...
A mottled carpet of leaves flew off the blacktop, and then fluttered back to earth like butterflies descending on a field of sage. Just another hour, thought Brady, returning his attention to the road in front of him. He turned his baseball cap around and depressed his right foot, the force of acceleration driving him deeper into his seat. With a push of a b...
One of the things that Alan hadn't anticipated with having four women living with him -- magical or not -- was the laundry. Normally, he had to wash clothes once every week or two. With this many people to do chores for, he found he had to wash clothes every other day and dishes twice as often. For some reason, he had assumed that their clothes would be magi...
"Leave the kid out of it I said." "But he's the key! Just look at him and think about it, would ya?" He turned to look and as much as he hated to admit his former partner in petty crime was right, the truth of the matter was he had a valid point. "Okay. So it might work. But I'm not putting my nephew at risk. I told my brother I'd look out for him after h...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
It all happened gradually, with several different people, my transformation into the man I am today. It's hard to talk right now. I don't know what to say. My wife wants me to tell her story so she can write it down for others to read. She said I would be closer to the truth than she was. She said I will better understand why I am doing the things I'm doin...
John and I have known each other since we were kids at school, where each of us had acquired a kind of hero status amongst our classmates for jacking off during French. For our checkered history of misdemeanors, we had long been banned from sitting together. The principal had seated us at desks on opposite sides of the classroom. We took fiendish delight i...
It was a sunny Saturday in early March, around noon- we got up late due to a late evening Both Amy and I were hanging out in jeans, t-shirts and socks- her long soft dark brown hair in a ponytail ... my hair-long since gone. The kitchen of my duplex still smelled of the French toast feast we had just finished, after a heated debate over the proper vanilla/ci...
Let me introduce myself; my given name is Jonathan James Letwin, however since the age of five or six everyone's called me Johnny Lettuce. It came from a group of kids at school and my liking for a certain salad leaf. Even my family call me Johnny Lettuce, Christmas cards, Birthday cards all arrive written out to Johnny Lettuce. Still it's better than my be...
He noticed her as he stood smoking between the cars and scanning the crowd, waiting for the train to leave the station. It was the hat that did it, a broad-brimmed, low-crowned black felt hat that cast her face in shadow. If it was supposed to be a disguise, it didn't work at all. The hat and black cloak only set off the mass of golden blonde curls that fell...