LOGINThis is a collection of steamy short stories. Those under 18 years of age are definitely prohibited to read this collection.
View More“See you tomorrow, Shannon!” My red-head classmate Kay waves at me goodbye.“Yeah! See you!” I reply.I smile and wave back as we go our separate ways from the community college we attend to in Beauty City, Rhode Island. I tuck my short light brown hair behind my ears. I then plug the earphones to my ears to listen to my favorite metal band on my IPod to not get bored while I walk toward home. My family’s home is just a couple miles away.I look around as my f
I stare at Professor Van Noble in a dreamy way. My face rests on my palm with my elbow resting on my armchair, half-listening to his discussion. Right now, he is talking about the mining of the Moon, which has started in the 2020s. “As you all know, we use the gas helium-3, which is mined from the Moon, for fueling nuclear fusion power plants, space stations…” his baritone voice says.Professor Noble is in his early thirties. Give or take, with my twenty years of age, he’s like ten, twelve or fifteen years older than me. I can’t really tell. He doesn’t look his age at all. He has curly light brown hair that is a bit long, light blue eyes, prominent-looking nose, well-sculpted eyebrows, high cheekbones, slightly divided chin and reddish lips. He is tall, lean, well-built, tanned, neat and always smells nice. He loves the outdoor, as I’ve heard. He loves sports under the Sun and he’s very single. I love this last part. I have mostly
I listen to a song by one of my favorite rock bands, Linkin Park, on my earphones as I jog around the park, which is near my neighborhood. The earphones are connected to an IPod that’s inside my sweater pocket. My sweater is paired with jogging pants of the same color. Gray.Seattle, Washington, is a new place for me but I already feel at home after a month since I moved in. I’ve inherited this new home from my spinster Aunt Marie, who left it in my name before she died three months ago. It’s a peaceful environment. Maybe it is because of the usually huge houses around, which are owned by rich and powerful people.I’ve managed to find a job at downtown area as a veterinary assistant before I informed my mom that I’d move to Seattle, after learning that I inherited the house. My mom has been worried about me since our home is originally in Ohio, so far away from Washington. However, I’ve managed to console her I’d keep in touch every week and in between, if she wan
It’s just any other ordinary day… or rather, night. Or so, I think until a few hours later. I am walking on the sidewalk when my mother who’s staying at home in Jackson, Mississippi, rings to talk to me.“Hi, Mom. Yes, I’m on my way to my apartment right now. Don’t worry. Chicago is not that bad. I’m always safe even though I walk home every night. It’s not too far away from the restaurant. Just a couple blocks away, you know that.” I try to assure her as I glance at my wristwatch. It’s already eleven-thirty in the evening.We usually close at two in the morning at the restaurant but my shift is over at eleven. Another chef takes over from then on. But I’ve had some things to finish up before I left. So, I’m a bit late at going home tonight than usual.“There are bad people everywhere, Emma. Remember that. You just have to be always alert. Okay? All the time!” my Mom nags.I look at a drunk driver that is currently being arrested by the police.“Yeah. Y





