"Why do you look so glum, Lysander?" his sister asked as he sat in his usual place in a tree at the entrance of the woods.

"Because you're going to temple," he said. "You know I'll miss you."

Running up that hill

My girlfriend was listening to Kate Bush, singing along, and then she stopped, and said to me, “Would you swap places with me?”

Feminism 101

It started when I realized I was one credit short of graduation .....

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“I can’t believe this!”

Jaci was very nervous as she sat beside her sister Dottie in the old styled restaurant.

Jaci and Dottie: Boy Trouble Part 4

Drea DiMaggio sat stunned by her kitchen table.

The Bronze Maiden

Chapter 3 Part 1

Doc Savage and Pat Savage are the Property of Street and Smith. Introducing a future time line inspired by Doc Savage.

By: Desiree

I am most Grateful to my Beloved Jasmine as she has been a most wonderful muse.

The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?

What a good boy…Chapter 24

“So what do you exactly need seconds on Gwen?” I ask grinning at her and she laughs and Sophie chuckles.

I grin and not just because I’m all super sexed up and still buzzed on my after glow. Okay it is a factor but the same for my girls since they’re really well laid too.

No it’s just them. I love Gwen’s light, she’s sunny and bright and cheerful and her laugh just reflects it too. Gwen’s one of those girls that isn’t quiet; I really love her for that.

Yeah Love.

The metal of the drink cooler was cold against my back. Reflections of flashing police lights flashed all around me. I laid my head back and closed my eyes for a moment, listening to the rush of police officers out in the parking lot.
I took a drag from my cigarette. I could feel a trickle of blood running down my chest and into my cleavage.
The weight of the .44 magnum Ruger Super Blackhawk was familiar in my hand, but heavier somehow than it had been before. I pulled back the hammer. The click of the cylinders turning seemed loud as thunder.
I risked a glance over the top of the cooler, the glass crunching under my feet as loud as an avalanche.
Only four; I have to hurry.
I took a final drag from my cigarette, then flicked it away, trying to center myself for what I knew was coming.
How did I get here?
That made me smile a little.
How did I get here?

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