Fiction - Page 169



I sat there staring at my phone, I looked through last night pictures and placed a hand on my forehead. “what the fuck did we do?” I stared at my brother who was also staring at his phone



Written in response to "Little Molly's introduction" by suffer4me69 This is set in Lancashire England where people speak like on Coronation Street on Telly and swear a lot. If you don't like the F word don't F-ing read it
Elizabeth sat in the waiting room, her leg bouncing up and down nervously. She had just filled out her paperwork and handed it over to the receptionist. Now all she could do was wait. She hated going to the doctor. Ever since she was a child, it was one of her most dreaded ordeals
Charlie adjusted his outside microphones. Their main purpose was to pick up bird song from his back yard but they were sensitive enough to hear whatever was going on in his young neighbour’s bedroom. Not much recently he’d noted



I’d been ‘working’ at Mr. Miller’s for almost six months now loving every minute of being his personal slut. Ever since he’d raped me then gotten my father to let me come help him out around his farm I’d been coming to stay every weekend. I’d had a birthday, and was fourteen now
We’d a healthy sex life in our own perverse ways. It was a well kept secret. We would’ve plenty of opportunities and none were spared. Some were used to have fun in our way of home-bred method of getting physical while some were used to discovering new ways of pleasuring each other
Joe woke up the next morning, Maryse still draped over him, fast asleep. He slowly slipped out of bed, picking up his clothing and slipped into them, before heading out
My girlfriend and I are in a long distance relationship and been dating for over a year now. We both grew up in the same area but she moved a way due to college. We see each other as much as we can and talk everyday
New Found Hope I lay here thinking about the past month. Things only went from bad to worse. My now ex fiancé and I were kicked out of one place, found another only to have are relationship dissolve before my eyes. My name is Jason Porter



Author's Note: This is a prequel of sorts. It covers Bob's history and background. After the first few chapters, time starts whizzing by, as decades were covered



This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific person, place, or event
I sat on my porch, looking at the Garcia’s front window across the street. Windows, actually, and wow, were they ever broken. Burst out from the inside, and a piece of furniture laying on the front porch, to boot
Jade had been disabled for all of her 20 yrs of life but that didn’t mean she didn’t leave an active life. For most of her life she could indeed walk, albeit on sticks however her body had started letting her down and eventually became wheelchair bound barely able to stand at all



Maybe it was her sweet brown hair that came down to her shoulders. Maybe it was her beautiful smile and laid back personality. Maybe it was her determination to become successful in life. I don't know but whatever it was, I was attracted to Courtney
Maeghan Wrist ----- 11 -- The rest of the week passed by relatively depressingly. As much as Ean, mom, and I put on a happy act and hung together for support, whether it was all in my head or what it was in reality, there was simply a dark aura between us