FOREWORD Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 differ...
Authors Note: This is a story I'm writing for a friend, but I need feedback on what people think about it. If you find any grammatical/spelling errors, please tell me so I may change them. If you have any comments, questions, concerns, grips, etc., please tell me. I have most of the next chapter finished, but I don't know if I should even continue. Therefor...
Once again, offered to you with appreciation to LadyCibelle for editing this piece. Any mistakes in the Portuguese translations are purely mine. Sorry about that. * * * * * We are all tested and offered choices in our lives. Do we turn left or right? Do I file my taxes now or wait until the 15th of April? If we are lucky, we make the right choice and pass...
Author's Note: Those of you who know me know my adoptive heritage is Irish and Italian. The name Devin originates from old Gaelic, meaning poet or bard. I used this name because my inspiration is a Poet at heart. * "Shit" she took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock. She had been writing and came across a picture he had sent her once...
Andrea stepped quietly up from the cabin onto the after deck well. The clouds had come in like a blanket over the moon, underlit by the streetlights of Split. Masts and bobbing small craft could be made out around her in the dimness. She stowed her armload of towels in the PFD bin and rigged the ladder, fuming and despairing alternately. They demanded her s...
Rachel Durand frowned, unconsciously chewing her lip as she stared at the math problem before her. The light was dim in the classroom, one lone desk lamp casting shadows on the walls around her slim form. Her eyebrows were pressed together as she studied the equation in the book, then the problem on the white board before her, and back to the book again. Sub...
Week 8: Favorable Changes Celebration He was in utter disbelief. Just when he thought he would be seeing her, Gwen had done the impossible and manipulated and deceived everyone into staying another week. He knew she was smart and creative, but the skill level needed to pull this off had never been seen before in this game. He was proud of what she had do...
The following morning Nicole greeted me in bed with a smile and a kiss, before she handed me a cup of coffee. We sat and conversed, exchanging sweet almost poetic sayings. After a little while, our conversation turned to our plans for the day. I told her that I had wanted to cook a nice dinner for her, because I thought today would be a nice day for me to do...
If I were to read this story as if someone else had written it, I would probably give up halfway, thinking it's nothing but rubbish and lies. That's why it has been over a year, before I've decided to tell the story. You can believe it or not, that's up to you, I'm doing it because I promised my wife I would. It concerns the lovely little Irish singer Saman...
It was dusk on the planet Naboo. The jungle came alive with a thousand insects around the Pampamala grove, sacred to the Gungan race, and the huge resort Senator Jar Jar Binks built glittered in the fading light as the interior illumination grew to compensate. The sacred Pam Pam trees stood over a thousand Gujaks high: their leaves were highly prized by the...