What had happened? When? How? I don't know. Really. But I got that letter for all that. A real one, on expensive paper. It had a nice smell, and my address was on it, with lots of curls. There was no address on the back. It was strange; I never get any letters. Do you? I only get e-mails and stuff. First I wanted to open it with a nail but it was heavy paper...
Barb, I got a big promotion at the bank!!" I announced, as I entered the house. My beautiful wife of 17 years turned around from the stove of our spacious kitchen, and hurried over to hug me as I strode across the room. "Oh that's wonderful darling. I am so proud of you! You deserve it!" she smiled her teeth perfectly white. She pressed her well-toned body...
REWRITTEN AND EXTENDED VERSION The story so far: Lisbeth Somerset is a 36-year old English workaholic who teaches human rights at a university in an Arab country. She is caught handing a bomb to the assassin who had plans to kill the children of the local ruler and of other dignitaries. That ruler, Sheikh Fouad, consumed with rage, considers the death pena...
Sunday mornings in the apartment I share with Ebony are always lazy and relaxed. I was up and around first making some coffee when Ebony's bedroom door opened and she emerged, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Hi Candy, what time is it?" she asked. "Almost eleven fifteen," I replied "Jesus," "how did I manage to sleep so long?" The sight of Ebony's silky...
This story is submitted for the 2011 Valentine's Day Contest, hopefully you'll enjoy it :D Don't forget to vote My Forever Love Alina Thompson looked out blankly at the wall of the city metro station, she desperately wanted to get home and crawl into her bed and hide from everything. It was Valentine's Day once again, she couldn't stand the constant barrag...
I was standing at the bottom of the escalator next to the baggage carousels on the second level of the Orlando International Airport waiting for the passengers to come down for their luggage. Of course, I was waiting for one passenger in particular, Hiromi Suzuki. She was returning from Japan. Her flight had landed in Washington, DC and had gone through cust...
10:42 As his Hundai Magma breezed through the streets of Amsterdam, his mind was in turmoil. He guessed anyone who came home to find his wife being fucked by another man was likely to explode in violence. He knew he wasn't being fair. It wasn't his home anymore, she was no longer his wife and it hadn't really been a man that had been fucking her. It was a s...
Author's Note: Well here is the long awaited next chapter to A Ride to Heaven and Back, Part 2. Sorry it has taken so long but as I explained in Dani and the Bull chapter 12, computer problems left me without any of my previous chapters and I had to go through a lot of CD's to find the stories that needed to be finished. I also suffered a really bad case of...
11:00PM- Mike As I sat alone on my bedroom balcony, my head was aching and my mind pondering the events of the evening, I knew my life from that moment on would never be the same. For the last two years, our neighbors have chipped in for a block party to celebrate the fourth of July. This year, was the biggest event ever, its starts off with renting a big b...
This is my submission for the 2012 Earth Day contest. I was tired of the patronizing aspect of environmental protectionism (like it's for the earth's own good that we recycle; as if the earth cares what temperature it is) but I may have gotten a little carried away... Also inspired by the stunning beauty of another DC cherry blossom festival. Thanks to sma...