A Short Story

She'd been in his apartment a matter of mere minutes, and Elena was already naked and about to blow him. Brett felt a touch guilty as his erection throbbed in his pants. Not accustomed to paying for sex, although there was a greater intent behind it on this occasion, it didn't sit well. Nor did the knowledge that the girl's clients usually accompanied them to a gala event that under other circumstances they'd never gain access to, or at least wined and dined them first. Sex was expected only as a sweet dessert to top off the main course. Brett was also a man who liked to take his time to ensure women enjoyed the experience as much as he did.

The smokey air of Modesto California mimicked most other places in Cali, thick with pollution and smog, and near constant raining, making the earth a sloppy mess. A difference between Modesto and the other various bustling cities of California, was that it was far from bustling. In fact, it was mostly farmland and quaint streets, filled with local businesses and street markets. It shared its surroundings with various other small and pointless towns, much like it’s own, and San Francisco was the closest recognizable name on the map.

I sat there waiting for Stradlater to come out of the bathroom for like two hours, but he never came. Finally, after like a total of three hours, he came out.

Sandrin breathed in deeply and then got on to her hands and knees. She crawled, determined to be in the loop this time around. Sandrin would not allow Tora to keep anything from her this time.

One of the children stood up to better see what Seraph was saying. He smiled as he noted his tactic was working. Even Vishta was noticing the attention Seraph was gaining. The guard, however, was oblivious to everything and snatched it from Seraph’s grasp.

Another pocket full of change added to the jar after a day of work. Every penny, nickel, dime, and quarter has made into that jar for years. First he wanted a gun, for the annual hunting trip with his brother. Then he wanted a fancy saw to build some bookshelves. So Jim dropped the coins in the jar, and once it was full he counted, and recounted before rolling the change and making a trip to the bank. But now that he had his gun and his saw, Jim had his eyes set on a bigger toy.

Smelling stale and musty, a thin layer of dust covered every shelf and the books that it held. Snow rested on the window sills letting a small amount of light in, while above fluorescent lights flickered on occasions. Down a little way there was a light humming letting indicating that one was potential going to go.

“Viola, darling, could you give me my purse?” A pursed pair of pouting lips smiled devilishly at Viola. “Of course, Auntie Lola.” “Thank you, dear.” Lola blew a kiss to her from the sofa as she took the purse from her niece. “Are you making a trip with Duke to the cemetery this afternoon?” “I’m thinking about it. He’s got some flowers to put on his grandfather’s grave, and I think Mother may need some new flowers too.” “Ah. Well, dear, Pearl and I are going out to the picture show this evening. Do pick up some dinner while you’re out, hm?” “Yes, Auntie. Do you know if Dad’s flowers need changing too?” “Not sure, love. I’d check. Just make sure you and Duke get dinner before you come back.”

I walked through the familiar doorway of Microsoft on a brisk Thursday morning. I made my way to my office and sank into the new desk chair I had bought the day before. The rain pitter-pattering on the windows and the cool air made my morning much more relaxing than it usually would be thanks to some of my coworkers. Since I had my own office to myself after my promotion, I didn’t have to deal with all of their remarkably unintelligent comments. The morning seemed to fly by. Eventually the sun started to peek out of the stormy coulds, shining light on the water droplets still stuck on the window. This reminded me I should probably go get lunch sometime. Seeing as the sun was out, that meant it should be around 11:30 according to the

This story is going to be about a woman who tried her best at something that no one else in her family tried to do. To those who knew her, she was a stubborn woman who didn't like to determine her life based on what others wanted her to do. She led her own way through life, she had moments where she made mistakes but she learned and carried on in life. This is the story of a family woman from Ewa Beach who wanted to further her education for her family.

At some point in life we have all asked ourselves or have been asked what our reactions would be to endure a life altering tragedy. Some believe that they could never live through it and others naïvely think that life will continue is normal, taking for granted all the things in life a tragedy can take away from us. There are all kinds of tragedies in life, some people overcome them and some will give up, surrendering to the statistical fact that has been laid out for them. I personally know someone who beat his odds at life’s unexpected traumatic events, my husband Keith. Let me walk you through his remarkable story.

was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes. With the ring of light from

After another long and adventurous week in Dubai, the couple finally returned home to Trost and spent the next couple of days unwinding and unpacking. By Monday, things had returned to normal and, as usual, Levi got up early to get ready to work.

Karjon moved on from the Birthing Centre out to the perimeter of the Hive. He could see the great barren land ahead of him and the lowly looking buildings behind him. This reminded him of his own Hive’s layout. The more important, elaborate and ornate structures were at the centre of the Hive. The edge was reserved for the slum areas. However all of this was above ground.

Duncan nodded curtly to Lily, and then added "Indeed we will, my apologies my mind is engaged for the moment" He managed to give her smile before he found himself deep in concentration once more.