Dear Diary,I had a dream about him.A most shocking and painful dream. In it, we were so close to one another. I was coming to visit him, to see him and the excitement I had felt in this dream matched the excitement I once felt before. The love, the laught...
January 17th Dear Diary, Another week has gone by now and today I read through his letters again. I cannot seem to stop myself from looking at all his mementos either. My mind is swimming with all the times we shared and how much fun we had. I still cann...
January 10th Dear Diary, I am missing him. Again.It has been a few weeks since I last heard his voice and my heart aches to hear it again right now. I feel a deep sadness and it has fully taken hold of me today. I feel almost desperate to hear his laughte...
It was a crisp autumn day and Morgan sat outside on her front porch. She sat in her old rocking chair wrapped in her favorite dark green cardigan feeling the wind blow through the porch and hitting her face softly. It was days like these that she would si...
Seamus was headbanging to the loud, metal music. He jumped around in the mosh pit, throwing himself against people, flailing his arms and legs. He had been hit in the face, the ribs and kicked in the legs, but he didn't care. He was having too much fun. C...
Marie had never had her photo taken like this before. She stood in the middle of the room in nothing but black stockings. Her hands lay on the arms of the chairs in front of her while she bent over as her husband instructed, exposing her glistening folds...
My heart was racing fast and I could barely breath. The look of his smile when I lifted my skirt just made my body react and I could feel my juices start to drip down my thigh. He stared at me for a moment before finally speaking again. "Take a seat, Ana...
My term paper was late. I was standing at the door of my Professor's office, sweating. The paper was late and I didn't have enough time to finish the one I'd started several weeks ago. It wasn't that good to begin with, but that was besides the point. The...
It was February 18th, the sun was shining and I was riding in the back of a taxi cab through London. I was on my way to the hotel after just getting off what seemed to be the longest plane ride in history. I needed sleep. Jet lag was as awful as everyone...
I looked at the clock as I sat at my desk in the front of the classroom. My right leg bounced up and down as I watched the clock hands slowly move. Five o'clock couldn't come soon enough. Twelve minutes until classes were over for the day. Twelve minutes...
