In high school, I was painfully shy. My hormones were raging, but I was so convinced that I was more naive than everyone else, I couldn't get up the courage to ask a girl out on a date. I watched as other more confident boys walked with their arms around girls, easily talked to them and even pushed them around in what I considered disrespectful ways. I just...
I sat on the back porch, sipping coffee and looking out across the snow-covered acres toward the river. Laden with bulky cargo boxes, a barge passed slowly by on the water. Yet while I watched the barge until it passed out of view beyond the tree line of the thick woods to the south, my mind was elsewhere. I did not think about the barge, or the cold, or e...
Stepping from the bathroom back into the bedroom, she finished drying herself following the shower. The winter wind howled through Pittsburgh, rattling the bedroom window. Being on the fourth floor of the apartment building, the wind seemed even stronger to her ears than when she walked down the street. But, she could not dwell on that, for she needed to pre...
He had a way of looking at me as if he were looking though me. In his gaze, my reality faded, and I was transformed. Under his stare I felt like the butterfly being released from the confines of its prison. His arms wrapped around me like the warmth of the sun drying out newborn wings. His soft lips were like gentle breezes lifting me to flight. His nurturin...
I was accepted to a liberal arts college in Michigan. The campus was located in a rural area surrounded by acres and acres of thick wooded forest. I was excited to attend this particular college due to its rural setting and the fact that it was very different from the southwest desert where I was raised. I lived in a dorm my Freshman year. I shared a room...
* * * * * The Contest is On! Click Here to Read! * * * * * Welcome to the last special contest of 2018! The end of the year is chock full of celebration - Christmas, Hanukkah, Thanksgiving, New Years, and so many more. Stories in this contest can be based around any winter holiday, or even just end-of-the-year festive nostalgia and atmosphere. Lit specia...
Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * "Please," begged the woman, both her shaky, bloody, arms reaching. "Take me. Take me now, I beg of you." It glanced back in the direction the seer was reaching and there he stood, the pale, handsome, young man. "He won't help you," it said. "He never does. He just watches and waits." "Please," begged the seer, still rea...
Written December 2010... I had an unusually long dream last night and I wanted to write it down and share it for whosoever wished to read it. I took the creative license to embellish it a little for the sake of it coming through in written word, but what I've written below is pretty well exactly how the dream took place... My Solstice Dream, a short stor...
The priestess stood on the platform above the assembled women. Her hair was long and black, stretching along the taught lines and blessed curves of her mature body. Not a hair was out of place on her head, and there was not a drop of sweat to be found on her body as the sun pressed its will upon all of them. "Please!" they cried, their bodies wilting, faces...
Hello, My name is Annie Angel. I have decided that the first set of my books will be best served to show you how I became the way that I am. Granted in this book there will be a good portion of the story that will be added and not true. I want to show you all the story of my heart, pain, tears, and soul wrenching change that I would not put anyone through....