Jasmine rushed to the door when she heard the bell. When she opened it the mail man handed her a cardboard box wrapped in white paper with her name written on top. "Thank you," she said, trying not to sound enthusiastic. She signed his clipboard and he walked off. After she closed the front door, she walked quickly up the stairs and into her bedroom, locki...
I don't quite know whether this is an essay or a poem. It is a not formal poetry, but neither is it a formal essay. It is a meditation, a musing. Some women do not seem to fully appreciate their own beauty and wonder - the loveliness of each of their parts. They wonder why men lust after what they may view as "gynecological." I do not think I can do total ju...
There are wives who lay awake at night wondering what he was REALLY thinking about while they were making love earlier. Other wives are naive, yet suspicious. Some are accepting and interested, some nervous yet curious, others simply looking to better understand their husband. The following is for those who dare or desire to read what likely goes on behind t...
To anyone watching, I was just wandering along the beach, occasionally picking up shells, then putting them in the mesh bag I was holding. I was wearing a bikini, a sarong tied around my hips, and a big straw hat to keep the sun off my face. There were lots of tidal pools on the beach, since it was a mixture of sand and rock. I ventured into a few, keeping a...
My hands shook as I opened the door to my car. I was trembling with a mix of anticipation, fear, desire, and guilt. I was about the cheat on my husband Graham for the first time. All my life, I had been a loyal and faithful partner in relationships, first as a girlfriend to three men who all cheated on me and then with Graham, the love of my life for the pas...
Is it possible to write a story in 750 words? Fuck, yeah! Is it possible such a story will be any good? That is entirely for you to decide and me to find out. * * An arrowhead of birds soars high in the cold, grey sky, as if pointing a way out of this prison. My gaze shifts from the skylight to the solitary picture hanging on my wall. At times like these,...
This is a story of my girlfriend, Laurie, and me. This was in the summer of the first year we had gotten together. We had met earlier that spring, online. From the get-go our love for each other was passionate, hot, and never ending. Just wishing for the summer, baby, the two of us lying on the beach looking at the sunset. Just enjoying being together. Our...
You are in an office. A very big and very sparsely furnished one. A desk with a Mac computer, two chairs, and a couch, that's it. But this is the kind of streamlined minimal all-white shit that bears German last names and probably costs more than your house and everything in it combined. The room s perfectly air conditioned and the floor to ceiling windows o...
Nobody really remembers when the first "superhero" came into being. As far as anybody can remember, they've just always been around. Super-powered individuals that exhibit abilities far beyond the norm and use their abilities to better the world around them through feats of heroism. Some of these heroes were born the way they were, a quirk of genet...
I have a secret to share. I’m not too good at making friends. Not that it is to say I’m awkward around people or that I can’t find a way to talk or be social, I would say it more so like people just don’t really... appreciate me. Yea, something like that. It’s funny too, had you been with me since I first started first grade you would totally call me out, th...