30th of May – Season 2 When Angela Moodley had seen the sheer amount of people when she arrived, she was shocked. The streets were packed with people arriving for the event. While she'd seen crowds before at previous pay-per-views and even at the Fuel Spe...
He was all she ever wanted, she was another one on his list, he was her North and guide, she was just a stop on his way, he was her dear beloved, she was some accepted supply, he was her joy and desire, she was just an object he owned. And so, he stopped...
I don’t understand how you sleep How your heart doesn’t pound out of your chestHow your palms don’t sweat While your fingertips clutch at nothing. I don’t understand how your throatIsn’t a barren desertHow your barbed tongue forms wordsWhen it should cru...
The dayroom was open to personnel not on duty. The television was on. A few troops sat in open seats responding to questions on Jeopardy. The pool balls clicked softly. Two fellows talked quietly. One just back from 'Nam. "You spent a lot of time out in t...
Completely true in every detail, I remember after all these years, how she sat, the little silver bracelet she wore on her left wrist – even the charm that hung off it – a small fish. I can describe her dress, her shoes…sIip-ons actually, smell her hair,...
No one knew about their story, no one knew when it started, no one knew it would live, branded in their souls forever. No one knew anything about it, they just kept their secret safe. Only the river and the old bridge were their trusted friends. Their way...
She smiled at many of her memories, including her childhood adventures even her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren only believed when they are very young. Her brothers understood, since they shared those adventures, and often the three of th...
My friend drives a small Sonoma pick-up, it's about eighteen-years-old and in great shape. One day we were going to lunch and she parked next to a huge Ford F-250. The owner looked at my friend's truck and made a comment to his wife, who snickered. Th...
'Hey, you're home early,' speaks Pedro as he greets his beautiful fiancée with a brief kiss on the lips as she returns home. 'Yeah, got a half-day I wasn't expecting,' speaks Monica with a smile. 'You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, now would...
Central Manhattan late afternoon, two weeks out from Christmas, was no place for a frail old lady, one whose entire possessions barely half-filled the rusted shopping trolley she trundled before her on the sidewalk. Not immediately obvious to the occasion...
How soon is too soonTo ask for her numberOr kiss her lips and hold her hand?How soon is too soonTo tell her I want her in my lifeFor as long as she will have me?If ‘too soon’ is now,I do not want to waitOr let this chance at happiness pass me by.Send me a...
Hubert Granise, pacing the length of his pleasant lamp-lit library, paused to compare his watch with the clock on the chimney-piece. They were both in perfect sync just as they were when last he compared them only two minutes earlier. ‘Damn,' he thought,...
He watched as the blood ran its small river, falling off her chin to cascade onto her chest as the gentle rise and fall of her bosom ceased. This was not what he expected. This was not how this day was supposed to end. Ben stepped into the bright sunshine...
On a Saturday morning, just one week away from Christmas day, six-year-old George Mackie awoke to find that outside his window a blanket of snow covered the ground. He couldn't wait to go and wake his nine-year-old sister and go outside to build a snowman...
