Sadie was a little too eager and had already started cooking dinner even though Mickey wasn´t going to be home for a couple of hours. She felt like she couldn´t sit upstairs in her apartment anymore, she was too anxious to have some time alone with Mickey. She´d been waiting two weeks for her to leave. It was unbearable to see him with her, to see him touch her. She had been able to appreciate the small moments they had h...

At the time Edinburgh seemed like the ideal place to run away to. It was in another county, but only a short train or bus ride away. At seventeen, it was the furthest Anthony ever thought he was going to go. The plan was to meet early in the morning at their place in the town centre. Anthony was early as usual, and waiting impatiently for Hannah. It was cold for early October and the tree he was leaning against had alread...

I opened MSN and was pleasantly suprised to see Matthew logged in. It had been a while since I had had the chance to talk to him, because I had been so busy diving and studying for my dive master course. The time difference between us also made it difficult to find time to chat. I was sitting with my dive instructor and friends who were participating in various levels of courses. We had ordered lunch and were using the ti...

I scrawled my signature in the allocated spaces. I felt oddly relieved, knowing that this was the end of a very long, and very bad marriage, but at the same time was frightened about what lay ahead of me. It had taken a child for me to realise that I had been in denial for years about the state of my marriage and after eighteen years realised things weren't going to get any better. I had to get out of the bad relationship...

It had been a week since I had met Ceciline and her husband. Although I went to the parking lot every night, I hadn't seen the man again. Some other men had tried to pick me up and I had gotten into a couple cars, but I didn't want to miss my chance to go back to the house and see Ceciline. I hadn't been able to get her out of my head. I could have gotten back there myself, but I was worried that they would not want to se...

"Can I help you?" he asked me. "mmm?" I just looked at him. "How about we go to my car?" he asked, reaching his hand out to mine, his fingertips barely touching the back of my hand. "oh um hm." I mumbled under my breath very quietly, unsure if the man could hear me. I didn't really know what I was doing there in the parking lot that late at night or what he wanted from me. I grabbed his hand, linking my fingers with his a...

We traded kisses in the nightintoxicated in the groaning bliss of our hungry soulsamidst our paineverything forgottenour lips silentnot a single word utteredOne movementIt's all shatteredmy chamber unlockedbut I can still close my eyesand out of the depths of my imagination seeyou; a naked bodyvulnerableilluminatingin the heat of the rooma shower of expectationblack ropea knot heldthe hoursour limbs; intertwinedas are our...

I clutched my bag and hopped up onto the teal porch, avoiding the steps. I rang the doorbell frantically, knowing that I was late again. I have always prided myself with how early I was for everything, but over the past few weeks I was a bit scatterbrained and couldn't show up on time for anything. I could hear the shrill ringing of the doorbell through the oak doors. They were soon accompanied by familiar heavy footsteps...

Dear Sir,I had a dream about you. We were in a hotel, and a cheap one judging by the mundane furniture found in every motel that lines the interstates. We stand there awkwardly and still as though we are bound by an invisible web. I brake my bond first inching towards you. I remove your red baseball cap and cast it carelessly aside. My hands shake as I begin undoing the buttons of your plaid shirt. I fumble, finding it di...

The year was 1406, and Trenian was in the throes of making love to the beautiful Esmerelda. Trenian never thought he, the second son of a poor farmer, would have such a beautiful, rich woman as a lover and potential wife. He had instantly been attracted to her, he loved the way her brown-gold curls cascaded down her head and the way her green eyes pierced his soul. The way her slender body looked in her extravagant dress...

Adorine tightened the belt around her waist securing the trench coat she was wearing in place and walked through the lobby of the hotel, making her way towards the large elevator on the other end. She had picked up the key as per her master’s orders. She pressed the button for the sixth floor and waited for the doors to close. The ride up only took a few seconds, but felt like an eternity to her. It was time which allowed...

I wasn’t sure of what I had taken that night. Actually I knew some of what I had taken that night to be more accurate. I was high – High as a kite they say. I was tipsy as well. The combination of the drugs and alcohol made me unsteady on my feet. I have always had ‘balance issues’, they were just exasperated by the toxins in my body. I was swaying as I walked down the street with my red and gold high heeled shoes swingin...

I had been awake for a while, but the sun was only just starting to stream through semi-closed curtains in my motel room. I needed to get up and get out. I didn’t want to be in that room anymore. I pulled the duvet back at the corner revealing my bare legs, and I pulled down my shirt which had ridden up above my navel while I slept. I got out of bed, having to support my back with my hand. The weight I had gained over the...

Peter winced as he touched his nose. He looked just as bruised as he thought he would be. He didn’t understand it, they didn’t steal anything from him and if it weren’t for the group of people who turned down Barlow Road at 3am on a Wednesday morning, the men would have continued beating him and most likely he would not be standing in front of his mirror Wednesday afternoon. The whole event was weird. They didn’t ask him...

Eventhough this is written in the third person, and my name isn't Alana, this is a true story. I decided to write this after Castlequeen's thread about writing a true story. This is the first part of my experience with this man one day. Alana saw a man matching Master Mark’s description approaching the tube station. He was rather plain looking and was not as handsome as she had expected. He had already seen a picture of A...