When I entered this world my mom said, "The Mahabharata Hindu Epic toured the world, European Commission was born, an extra second was added to the calendar year." I interpreted this to mean I oozed originality and specialness. Somehow, by creative imagination, the calendar year's extra second transformed into two seconds and both lodged themselves within my...
This story is the twenty-third in a series. While the series has gone on too long, I'm gratified that some people seem to enjoy these stories. This story can, I hope, be read enjoyably by itself. However, the prior installments provide context and character background. All persons and groups mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to...
Sitting in the stands Brie was doing everything she could to not watch what was happening on the court. How had she allowed herself to be talked into coming here? "I thought you liked volleyball? It was all you talked about a few years ago," Alina said. That was true. She used to love volleyball. That was before she learned that short people aren't able to...
Chapter 2: Volleyball Nancy Stooping down to scoop up my precious broken watch, my mind was in shambles. After all these years of discovery and pleasure, it seemed unbelievable that the source of my happiness could be gone in one quick accident. Of course these days, my hands are a bit shakier and accidents do happen a little more often, but at least my...
Lisa was apprehensive as she arrived at the soccer fields and parked her SUV. She knew meeting Julian there would lead to only one thing, but despite her remaining hesitations, she couldn't say no this time. The two of them had been flirting for months, ever since they began playing on the same rec-league beach volleyball team. Her attraction to him was elec...
Sorry for the wait in between chapters. I promise the next one will be very soon. *********** Since Mollie was, by consensus, the most beautiful girl on campus, she was of course very popular. Although she enjoyed the company of some men, she realized over the years that it was impossible to be "just friends" with guys -- they would inevitably try to get...
Author's note: This story was written for 'Brent'. Thank you for being open and sharing your thoughts and ideas that formed the inspiration for this story. I hope you (and others) will enjoy. May you feel young again! ***** Brent Cramer was far from average looking. Tall, dark and handsome certainly fitted his looks. His suntanned shoulders were broad and...
While my friends went off to retrieve their swimsuits, I swaggered all over the beach flirting and chatting with every hot girl I could find. Maybe having a beach full of admirers would finally make Sage jealous. My confidence was back in spades. Most of these girls were friends from work, some of them were friends they brought along, others were just common...
The beach itself was perfect -- or as perfect as a beach could be with the pitfalls of sand pushing up between one's toes, gritty and uncomfortable. Bare flesh rang on display as Robin giggled and flaunted herself, spinning around and around and kicking up sand for the sheer hell of it, the waves crashing on the shore in a gentle lap of white horses. The wav...
I am weird. There, I finally said it. My name is Clarice Juanita Samson. I'm a tall, good-looking young black woman. These days, I'm a student at Harmony College, a small private school located in Harmony, Maine. It's a very good school. I selected it among a sea of others because it offered excellent athletic opportunities for both sexes and had an even num...