short-stories

A short story I have written long ago would barge into my house in the middle of the night, shake me awake and shout, 'Hey,this is no time for sleeping! You can't forget me, there's still more to write!' Impelled by that voice, I would find myself writing a novel. In this sense, too, my short stories and novels connect inside me in a very natural, organic way.

She would keep playing the role of the winner as long as the audience believed her.

You need to take some acting classes to learn to hide your huge crush on my husband better

Are you on crack? Or did I take a righteous bong hit before coming here?

Just forget for a minute that you have spectacles on your nose and autumn in your heart. Stop being tough at your desk and stammering with timidity in the presence of people. Imagine for one second that you raise hell in public and stammer on paper. You__e a tiger, a lion, a cat. You spend a night with a Russian woman and leave her satisfied. You__e twenty five. If rings had been fastened to the earth and sky, you__ have seized them and pulled the sky down to earth

The only man she ever loved. And hated.

I read your diary. I KNOW.

You create your own reality.

Love does not choose belief, place, time, situations, or race. love happens between two souls.

I want to spank you, but also want to know you want it. I need to hear it sweetheart, tell me you deserve it_

You raise one eyebrow and regardme with another intense stare. __tart by stripping pleaseJenna.__ hear what you say and yet on some level I can__ quite process it.__trip?_ I ask, as though I don__ understand your demand.__es, strip. Take off all of your clothes. I want to see you naked. Now please.__ feel dazed, yet I let my jacket fall to the floor, and start work on my shirt buttons. Your eyes never leave me.I can feel them mining into me whilst I tackle the third button. Why is this so weird? You__e my husband afterall. You__e seen me undress and naked countless times.Yet this is different. I am not just undressing, I am stripping. It__ not my decision; it__ at your command. You are not just Oliver now; you__e my Husband _ some dominant entity now in charge. For some strange reason, I am finding it really hot! The look in your eyes is not just appreciative; it__ carnal. Waves begin to rise in my pool of desire.

That__ enough naughty girl,_ you say in a mocking tone, __ am going to put you over my knee and spank you for being such a bad wife tonight. It will hurt, but you__e going to enjoy it a lot more than you__l admit_

Turn around.__nly two words, but they deliver such a sensual threat.I do as you ask without question. You are right behind me, breathing hard into the small of my neck, where I like to be kissed.

As though you read my mind, you steady my headbetween your hands and eye me intensely. Then yourmouth is on mine, hungry and aggressive. Your teethskim my lips, claiming me and I feel your tongue probinginside of my mouth. The kiss ends as dramatically as itbegan, leaving me reeling and wanting more.

The measure of a man, or a woman for that matter, is not so much how much they have done, but what they have overcome to do what they have done. My favorite poets have said:"Do not go gentle into that good night!"-Dylan Thomas"...fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance ran..."-Rudyard Kipling

We skipped right over Walmart on the ladder down.

The train hit her with the sound of a meat-filled hefty bag smacking the pavement, and the effect was much the same, I guess. (Dark City Lights)

The dimple in his left cheek was ironic-it gave the impression that he was sweet as a cupcake. (Dark City Lights)