Hi All !: A Short Story

I am writing because I am quite concerned about your progress this week. During our last meeting, you seemed to be disturbed by some reason that you didn't share with me. I respect your privacy, but don't forget that I am here to help you.

I am sorry for posting late. A lot has been going on since last week. My husband had surgery, I had auditors at work since Monday, and, on Tuesday, a member of the family passed away.

Hi Guys!!! This is my first time writing a story hohoho, so please be forgiving if I made any mistakes and do correct me if u spot any:) Anyways, without further ado, let's dive in to chapter 0!!

The day ended and Danielle left. I thought today was pretty productive, we got the question and

After kissing Jeff and the kids goodbye, Heather pulls the keys from her pocket and gets in a blue Prius. Checking the review mirror, she starts the engine, and her white knuckle drive to work. Byron St. is rammed, I'm going to be late, she thinks. The phone rings, she clicks on the blue button on the blue tooth ear piece. “Hello?”

Dahlia’s staggering around like a drunk person. She hugs a tree for support. When I ask

“You can take back your invitation into your home,” Dean’s nose brushed against her wrist as his lips pressed a soft kiss against the skin there, right on her tattoo. “You could take a log off the fire and set me alight, but that would probably kill me. Still between the two of us I would rather you kill me.”

Songbirds flutter outside, singing their warm tunes of the autumn season. Ayra, a woman who lives in a small cozy home within the village, squints her eyes tighter as she drags herself out of slumber. Light shined through the window, exposing the suspended dust that floats delicately in the air. Oddly it was very relaxing, almost impossible for Ayra to pull herself out of bed, but she managed to eventually. She just went ahead and changed from her sleepwear to her daily outfit. Her daily outfit was a shapeless dress that was fastened by the waist with a simple girdle, her shoes were boots that weren’t heavy duty but enough to cover her feet. She grabbed her shawl and sat down at her desk to brush out her hair for the day. She just stared at her reflection, brushing out her auburn hair. She didn’t put makeup on like the other women in the village, her skin was a natural ivory and speckled with freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Her deep blue eyes really complimented the look as well.

It’s the year 125 T.E., and it was a pleasant day in the small town of Rieux, France. The sun was shining behind scattered clouds, as they slowly drifted across the bright blue sky. As Riya made her way down the busy streets of the Rieux market district, she couldn’t help but notice the inquisitive looks the shop owners and customers gave her. Though she was used to people staring at her shiny metal appendages, it always made her feel very self-conscious. She averted her eyes to the ground as she pulled the sleeves of her ebony black hoodie down over her forearms, and shoved her metal hands into the pockets of her dark wash jeans. After turning down an alley way, she made her way across the street to her apartment which was above her mother’s small café. Riya stepped into the café and was immediately hit with the scent of coffee and blueberry muffins, along with the quiet chatter of the customers. As she entered the kitchen in the back of the café, she was greeted by her mother with a big hug.

“You told me that once you decided not to go back even if Syd didn’t keep her word. We stand a much better chance together than if we go it alone. I told Donovan that I knew and he told me to get out. I am not going back.”

In a far far away village called Lugglepalooza lived the Luggles. The Luggles lived in a seemingly perfect world. They spent their days at Mystic Garden listening to the roses sing while the Flutterflies put on brilliant shows of flashing lights and neon colors. They ate fruit from the Marigold tree which grew in the middle of Mystic Garden and swam in the sparkling water from Luggle Falls. Every Luggle in Lugglepalooza had chocolate brown hair and bright purple skin. Everyone got along just fine for nothing ever went wrong. But one day a baby Luggle was born with platinum blonde hair. The Luggles in Lugglepalooza didn't know how to react. The newborn Luggle angered some while others were frightened of what it might become. The baby was banished from Lugglepalooza along with it’s parents who wouldn't dare part with it. From then on out any baby born with blond hair was banished from Lugglepalooza…

Excited burbles permeated the kitchen while Sakura skimmed through the morning paper. Nothing thrilling occured where she was stationed… then again that was likely a good thing. Peacetime was cherished widely because no one knew when it would end. At least, civilians never did.

Now this is a story about how a man's heroism saved a life of a dozen others.Ashlyn and Kelbie were in one of the twin towers,answering phones,when all of a sudden they felt a boom and a big crash.Everyone went flying and people were hit by the plane and objects went every where either on the floor or on bodies.Ashlyn and Kelbie were the luckier ones they were farther away from the crash,but Ashlyn was hurt badly she had her head slip open and Kelbie had a printer on her leg.They both tried to stay strong but knew this was their end and time.Everyone was saying that there was no exit and that there was no way out.

For the better part of the following hour, they asked Aida and me about our swinging experiences, which we both candidly explained to them. They listened with fascination, as we regaled them with our stories of marathon sex, some fabulous couples, other disastrous evenings and some spectacular parties. Even Jenny had grown quite interested in our experiences with three and four couples participating. The conversation held a visible hold over both Keith and me, Aida was the first to notice my cock beginning to stir. She started to use her hand to stimulate me and as

Karen was staring at the wall full of paintings, trying to look for inspiration for her artwork. Darling and John had known Karen since they were all babies; they knew that blank look on her face. It was one of those looks of regret and sadness, she was probably lost in her thoughts.