Unboarding the plane, I walk through the terminal with sweaty hands and a fluttery stomach. This isn't something I normally do, and it's not like me but I continue to walk behind the throngs of people exiting the plane. I keep my sunglasses on so that I can spot him before he can spot me. That and he wouldn't be able to see how nervous and excited I am to fi...
Note: This is an excerpt from a novel I never finished and have since out grown. It seems to stand alone as a short story, I think. Things you should know: are that the crazy font action and words that are run together were done on purpose, And D is a character of undeterminable gender and race. It was an experiment. Those things don't come so much in to pla...
I have written this story in seven chapters. I'll do my best to post a chapter every two days. It is finished but it is a rather long read. The chapters will be listed in different categories. A big thank you to WanderingScot for editing this story for me. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1: Joey's life I read a lot of stories for a young guy. I decided to wri...
I looked up from my laptop as pressure on the plate beneath the “Welcome” mat set the doorbell off. “FemBots vs. Charlie’s Angels” would have to wait, the owner was cool about my writing but not when there were customers. The after-work rush wouldn’t start until around six, the clock on the wall showed 3:30, but this time I didn’t mind being interrupted. Th...
We drove in silence until he pulled up to the familiar white mansion that I had been before a few times while having slumber parties with Madison. Derek said nothing to me as he got out of the car; I sat unmoving, unsure what to do. I felt my door being opened; instead of letting me exit the vehicle by myself he unbuckled my seat belt and picked me up, carr...
Miranda stood staring up at the house. It was huge. The porch itself looked bigger than her apartment; spreading out in front of the structure and wrapping around the side of the house where it was lost in inky darkness. For the first time since her arrival a few moments ago, she realized how dark and silent the house was, causing her to wonder if she someho...
A long long time ago in a land not so far away there lived a middle aged married man 52 years old at the time to be exact. He was a very lonely man not lonely because he was without people around him but alone because of a long time lack of affection of the female persuasion. He had been married for over 30 years to an attractive woman who at one time had b...
"Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar, we've got vibrations coming up from the floor. We're just listening to the rock that's giving too much noise! Are you deaf? You wanna hear some more?" The base line thudded through the speakers next to my ear. I could feel the beat shaking the floor of the club and I was eternally grateful to the roadie who had pump...
This story is purely fiction. The people and events described here do not really exist. Any similarity to persons or places living or dead is purely accidental and not the intention of the author. There are no persons in my story that are under the age of 18. **************************** Jean woke early the next morning and watched her 18 year old lover s...
And there she was, in my camera lens, a breathtaking beauty I had not seen in years. And here she was, all alone on her walk, looking as beautiful as the day I first meet her, barely aged, as if time hadn't touched her. Perhaps I'd better step back a little, you might have the wrong idea right now. I hadn't been feeling very well for a few weeks now, a nas...