A fork in my path_Lost in Barcelona Spain_The Field of Peonies: Her One and Only_Too Much Talk
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A fork in my path
Eddie unlocked the door to the shop he’d managed for eight years and worked in for the ten years before that. As he closed the door, Eddie thought to himself; I can’t imagine what I missed all these years I’ve worked in this shop. It would probably make me sad to know what I missed, but I feel it’s entirely essential to my evolution as a human being to understand. Most every day for the past few months, he would have similar ponderings. I think I’ve taken a wrong turn, and now I’m on the wrong path. Putting his code in to disable the alarm, Eddie reflected on his past conversations with co-wo...
Lost in Barcelona Spain
On a cold Christmas evening, Jane found herself lost in the foreign city of Barcelona, where she didn't speak the language. She had been visiting her aunt and uncle for the holidays and had decided to go for a walk to explore the city. She had been admiring the beautiful Christmas lights and festive decorations that adorned the streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. But as the sun began to set, Jane realized that she had gotten turned around and was no longer sure how to get back to her aunt and uncle's apartment. She had been so caught up in the holiday spirit that she had for...
The Field of Peonies: Her One and Only
Covering her ears, she watched the clock. No burst of sound must catch her off guard. Ever.Tick. Tick. Tick.The final bell rang. Susie charged into the traffic of students, slipping past their shoulders.www.onedoor.cc Upon seeing Mrs. Marghast’s office, she stopped and peeked through the glass. Her guidance counselor and friend, with her back to the door, fixed a few of the little things hanging on the wall. Susie closed her eyes, her hand feeling the doorknob.Mrs. Marghast turned around as a hinge squeaked from behind. Her eyes grew gentle. “Priscilla? What’s wrong?” she asked, though expecting someone els...
Too Much Talk
Note: this story is about random sexuality, with a twist.“Take off your clothes.”“What?”“You heard me, take off your clothes.”“Who in holy hell are you?”“I am your next lover.”“Oh my god. Are you crazy? Go back under the rock you slithered out from.”“Am I good looking?”“Who cares?”“Just ask yourself, ‘is this dude good looking.’”“Why should I do that”“It’s important. Just do it.”“OK. Jane is this piece of garbage good looking. Hmm. Well, yes, he is good looking, I suppose. Why would you care?”“Good start. Now, ask yourself, ‘is he muscular? Do you think he is hung?”“ I think I am going to hang...