I lost my grip on the wheel.
It was late, one winter night. I was not accustomed to being awake at this hour. My car didn't handle the cold well, ...
I lost my grip on the wheel. It had happened before, but it wasn't nearly as embarrassing as now. I had just left P.E...
Driving along a road at night, rain pelting down, tall trees waving low branches across the sky, no moon, no road lig...
I knew that my outfit was risky, the plunging black bra exposing large breasts and cleavage. White sheer dress with b...
"You don't like her, do you?" "I don't have to." He glanced at her, although kept his eyes on the road. "You ha...
We almost died on the way to Guayaquil. I think we would have been more worried if there hadn't been a near-accident....
She didn't look at him.
She didn't look at him she couldn't tell him. She couldn't even tell her family. What would they say? What would they...
She didn't look at him; she looked past him, half closing her eyes as if basking in the sunlight. She was really tryi...
She didn't look at him. She couldn't look at him. What would he think? she wondered as she sipped her wine and kept h...
The dream had been wonderful, yet it would never be real.
laying on the my bed, i relive my dream. thinking about the dream just made me forget all of the chaos and worries su...
It was raining. It seems like it was always raining these days. What with the movements of this air flow pattern and ...
The dream had been wonderful, yet it would never be real: she knows, even as she wakes, in the taste of bitter almond...
Cindy yawned and stretched as she started her day. It was time to walk her pet octopus. She pulled Ollie out of his...
This is the short story about the journey of three friends from plumstead to central london at 23/02/2015. Friend ...
Penelope loved the fountain, loved the way the water sprayed, cooling her in the hot sun, making her clothes cling as...
An abandoned child · An abusive father · Escape the family – alive
"Welcome back! Our next contestants are the seven year old Billy and his abusive father Jim, from Fall River, Texas. ...
He heaved a sigh as he walked down the hallway. The revolver hung heavy in his hand. He had no idea what model or bra...
He was coming. Footsteps down the hall. And, of course, he was alone. Nobody else inhabitated this old house - his...
Shape.
Shape is a thing that comes to you, after you have grown. Breasts. Waist. Arms. Butt. It's a struggle between ...
The old woman was lying on the park bench underneath layers of musty old coats, pink v-sweaters (four) and thermal u...
The large shape of the medical building loomed on the horizon. Vic and I were survivors of a plague tring to get a va...
It was an early morning. Anna was going for a morning run around her block. She was always found doing something wort...
The young man stared down at the small book, his middle and index fingers pressed down to keep the pages from turning...
I looked at the passport, and then back up at the woman standing in front of me. "Are you serious?" I asked, a puzzl...
They were listening.
Blood dripped down from my arms to my legs. I was bound to a pole in an empty room with nothing but a mirror to look ...
I crept silently through then corridor, the occasional creak of the floorboards abruptly halting me in my path. The...
They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they w...
His apology was not the thing she'd expected when she checked her phone in the morning. With one eye she stared at th...
"What is this?" I ask, my voice becoming more and more hysterical with every word I say. "It's your life." Jordan say...
The words hovered beneath my glowing finger, power incarnate. I lifted the text, spinning it lazily in the air, befor...