Daniel pulled his car round the back of the shops and looked at the somewhat battered door that led up to his new home. “Home sweet home,” he said sarcastically. After the breakdown of his marriage, and being somewhat financially impoverished despite his middle management job. The ridiculous housing market in the area had meant he had found himself moving from a nice detached place in a leafy suburb into a small flat abov...

"You can totally rock that dress, Brenda," exclaimed Janet, Brenda's best friend, as she held up a sleek black number with a plunging neckline. "Really?" Brenda asked, her cheeks flushing slightly as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror of their favorite boutique's changing room. She had always been self-conscious about her chest, despite the numerous compliments she received. "Trust me, it's like it was made for y...

The chandelier glittered above the grand foyer, casting golden light across the marble floors as Emma and Nate stepped into the mansion. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and expensive cologne, and the murmur of voices drifted from deeper within. Emma clutched Nate’s arm, her nails digging into his sleeve. “We can still leave,” she whispered, her wide eyes darting toward the door. Nate swallowed hard, adjusting his tie....

I roused out of my stupor, slowly adjusting to a semi-concious state once more. The shades of sand gradually came into focus, as I began to feel. I wished I couldn’t feel, at least for a while. My shoulders ached from the odd angle the shackles bound me to the wall. My sides burned from the last “sand treatment” I had received. They seemed to think I knew something, but every question they asked in their broken English di...

The morning after the pool party, I sulked around my apartment, hating myself for what I did and had to endure. I thought about packing my bag and heading back home. I wanted to talk to someone about it, but I knew I couldn't tell anyone that sordid tale. I cried off and on all morning, feeling sorry for myself. After lunch and a nap, I sat on the couch and opened the movie contracts Mr. French had given me. The first is...

The sun was doing its damnedest to act like it was summer, but the breeze still carried a bite, the kind that kissed skin rather than slapped it. The garden was waking up in bursts of green and blossom, full of that smug spring smugness that made everything look just a little too alive. Tessa was crouched between two rows of Daffodils, sleeves pushed up, fingers in the dirt, muttering darkly at a stubborn dandelion. "How’...

To begin, where do I even begin? I do not want my readers to believe that I have always spent every weekend engaging in inappropriate behaviour. Since they took place over a fifteen-year period, the events I am writing about did not happen every weekend. I had especially liked the club we had been to in South London a while back. So another visit was due, since the last visit had been a month ago, we reasoned. My evening...

The morning sun was shining through Eddie's bedroom window. He had just wrapped up talking to his wife, Susan, who was away on business. She had sent him some pics of her showing him what she was doing in his absence. He responded in a flirtatious manner, but knew he couldn't do anything about it given his morning meeting in a couple of hours. He told her he loved her and went downstairs, adjusting his tie. When he got to...