A Short Story

Now it was time for hole 10 at Augusta to be played. With even more nagging nerves, Scott and Cabrera teed off on Camellia, the 495-yard par four that starts the back nine. It seemed like miles to the hole, until each drove their ball in the freshly moist fairway leaving them both spectacular angles of approach. For both players, the baffling bunkers were in play on the right side of the green, but that had no effect of intimidation since these players were as confident as a cheetah stalking its crippled prey. Cabrera was the first to putt on the green, giving Scott more time to plan his attack. With caddie help, Cabrera knew what must happen for him to win. Grabbing his trusty putter, he stroked the ball with just enough force to cause it to travel the correct distance, but his aim was off by less than a piece of hair leading to a missed putt. Scott, in a win-tie situation, decided to be mentally strong and clutched his slippery putter. Once more, the ping of the contact foreshadowed a famous event to

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

Booker arrived at the chapel early Monday morning, keen to get his debriefing with Tom over with as quickly as possible. He was professional enough to know he needed to put his disappointment to one side and concentrate on their assignment, but the sting of Tom’s rejection still lingered. He thought they’d made a connection, and he’d looked forward to building a solid friendship with the shy officer. But despite a promising start, he realized he now had no choice but to accept what Penhall had told him. Tom was weird, and his mercurial temperament made it impossible to break down the barriers that kept him at arm’s length. Whether Will was responsible for his brother’s character traits or not was still open for debate, but as far as Booker

When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be

“Hey, not bad,” Verin remarked as they entered the hangar where the Thunderclap sat. “That thing as roomy as it looks?” The bounty hunter radiated energy on a level that rivaled Fynta. Jorgan sympathized with the man. He clearly worried about his wife, but forced a cheerful facade for reasons Jorgan would never understand. Cormac did the same when he was nervous, whereas Fynta fought back with snark, and Dorne with research. Aric wondered if he had a coping mechanism, then remembered his reputation for being a hardass.

Brett was riding the crest of his orgasm, every pump of his cock inside Elena's tight pussy elicitng a louder groan and moan of pleasure, attempting to hold off as long as he could. His cock swelling inside her, and balls aching as he slammed into her time and time again, the need was almost painful, and normally he'd just allow himself to release, but then normally he'd have already ensured the women he was with had already orasmed at least once and hopefully more times before he'd even fucked her. It was a matter of ego, and there was an eroticism about looking into a woman's eyes as she writhed and screamed and came for him that the man could never get enough of. Watching a woman orgasm was fucking hot.

Uh, young Hannah, oh the poor child. Her laughter turns to tears and her candy gets stolen. This is the story of how she almost died trying to get back what was hers and capture the thief.

It rained the evening before Shiro went to the edge of the world. It was a light rain, cool and

The jeep screeched to a halt. They jumped out and charged up the steps to the front door then pounded on the knocker. 'Open up!'

Ava got to work. The sheets came off the windows, leaving feeble, sheer, white curtains hanging from them. Light burst through the room. She opened the windows so fresh air flooded the room, catching the feather light curtains, blowing around her and suspending her in fresh serenity. A strong familiar scent came in from outside. She inhaled it until it was gone as quickly as it came, opening her eyes in bliss.

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.

She blinked, slowly waking up. The faint breeze flowing through immediately shook her – the windows were always, without a fault, locked tight at night.

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.

I’m out of sorts today. First, I put my top on inside out and wore it like that for a full two hours before Rob saw me and pointed it out. Then, I made a batch of muffins and accidentally used salt instead of sugar, making me have to throw the whole batch of batter in the bin and start again.

So Miranda's dad called, he finally got through to them. Apparently he's been trying to call for the past two weeks, but it never worked. Probably because of the landlines and the government is probably blowing up each others phones. Or because the satelilites are screwed up. Anyways I was wondering what happened to their dad and why they weren't trying to call him constantly, but apparently they have been trying, but the call just wasn't getting through.