The soles of his bare feet smacked against the coblestone strrets as he walked. His hair lay upon his head in a mangy mess and knotted as the rain fell. Where was he going? That was the question that even he dodn't know. Yet he walked and he walked. The people he walked by stopped and stared, but no one was bold enough to walk up to him.
Would you have walked up to a man that walked along the cobblestone streets with just a pair on black slacks on and scars all along his torso? Most likely not and that's good. His eyes burned with a passion that never been felt before. To hold such a wonder lust was sin, yet he held it proudly.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 238 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 238
Theresa’s fingers clattered in rapid-fire staccato across the keys. Spontaneous – impulsive – her heart pounded in her throat. In the same instant she hit the Send button, she had a wild, panic-tinged urge to recall the message or rip the modem cord from the wall trying. The cheery, damning words appeared on her screen: Message sent! “Shit.” She took a sip of coffee, hours old.
Martin wouldn’t get the message until dawn. Theresa imagined him sitting in front of the PC, wearing nothing but his boxers and a bad case of bed head. She’d never actually seen Martin in boxers, but she had a red-blooded, athletic imagination. She could see him clearly in her mind’s eye – the tight cleft between his broad shoulders widening as he leaned forward on his elbows to read from the screen, the way his sensuous lips curled upward in satisfaction as the words started to settle into his sleep-soaked brain, the teasing twinkle in his eyes as he mentally composed a reply.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 39 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 36
by MeMe Wilson
I went through my clothes for the thousandth time. I really had no clue on what to wear to my high school reunion. I’m single and I have no children. I’ve heard that almost everyone from my class is married with children. I will not have anything in common with them anymore. I am starting to change my mind. The phone rang. I sighed. I knew it was Heather calling to check up on me.
“Hello” I answered somewhat depressed.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 89 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 89
BE THIS TALE'S TOP
and see your name on this scroll
by Deep De
The hot desert air stings my eyes, and the metal links of the chain the jailers put around my ankles grow hot. There is sand in my hair and my eyes and a whole parched desert in my mouth, and it hurts to speak. I take a sharp, difficult breath, coughing as sand enters my nose and forces its way down my throat, then I lean to the ground and dry-heave, because there is really nothing left in me to throw up.
Category: Novel / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 24 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 24
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