Time. One word, four letters, an enigma and a conundrum. Something that you either never contemplate or allow it to blow your mind trying. There are so many books on the subject telling you that you cannot do this or that, that you cannot travel in time. There are just too many controversial theories of time and space. But not for Isabella. She understands it. She was born understanding it. It’s second nature to her, just...

The Snack Shack was busy, bustling with tourists and neighborhood teens. I slowly slurped my milkshake, trying to pull the last dregs from the cup, when I felt hands on my shoulders. Before I could turn my head to see who it was, Jenny's face appeared, her pouty lips pushed out in a pucker. They wet my cheek. "I've been looking for you," she stated. I turned around to face her, leaning my back against the table. She stood...

I topped up everyone’s glasses; the four of us were sunk into our dining chairs, plates scraped clean, the room smelling of roast garlic from the finished main course with overnotes of caramel from the pudding, which was still in the oven. Jess gave me a grin. “The wedding is getting really close now.” “And it’s you we have to thank for it,” Liam said, nodding over at me and Evan. Jess nodded. “True. If you hadn’t dragged...

Silvia On the way home from Anza's and our first date, I was feeling exuberant. We'd made a little love, and Anza enjoyed it and wanted more. Sadly, our schedules were the only thing keeping us apart, and the fact that we both didn't feel that her daughter, Simone, might freak if Anza and I were really open with our affection. We were going to go slow and gradually expose Simone to us, holding hands and kissing. What happ...

I’m already sweating before the halfway point. The sun’s out, hard and bright. Air’s still thin from the climb. My body moves without hesitation. I’ve done this so often now I don’t think about the steps. My thighs burn. My calves stretch. My core pulls tight with each shift of weight. My body knows what’s coming. It wants it. I reach the flat before the ridge and drop my pack against a boulder. I pull off my boots and so...

The office was never quiet during the day. Phones rang, voices overlapped in heated conversations, keyboards clattered endlessly. But at night, when the lights dimmed and the city hummed beyond the windows, silence fell like a blanket—broken only by the steady hum of electricity and the occasional creak of old pipes. Rachel relished that silence. It meant work could be done without distraction, without people breathing do...

You’ve heard the story, haven’t you? The Princess And The Pea. A sodden girl rolls up to the palace during a thunderstorm, claiming to be a princess. The crafty queen decides to test her by placing a pea under a mountain of mattresses because she couldn’t have some common sort marrying her darling prince. Miraculously the princess tosses and turns all night, unable to get comfortable. In the morning the queen reveals that...

The First Movement. Simon was a man in his Forties, married to his work. It left little space for other pastimes, but he had had a number of relationships with the opposite sex over the years. They had never lasted for a very long time, because his partners soon looked for a permanent, full-time commitment from him, which he was unwilling to give. He was very happy to have a physical relationship, and was skilled in his t...

Sally and Derek were napping in their little love nest. Tucked away in a corner of their backyard, it is surrounded by a thicket of clumpy bamboo and a brush fence, creating a perfectly private space. A gentle zephyr was rustling the leaves in a restful rhythm, creating an idyllic love nest. The entrance is also not that obvious, giving them many private moments. The dappled light provided by the bamboo forest allowed jus...