Fiction
It Wasn't Me
One thing you need to know about me is this, I never lie. With me, you get the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me, well I don’t believe in God, but you get the idea. Whether you like it or not. No weaselly denials from this guy. No sugar coating or lying to save your pretty little feelings. Want someone to make you feel better? Comfort you with the lies you tell yourself so you can sleep soundly at night? Find some other sad schlep. I got integrity. I have balls. I have the right to tell this story. And this story, my story, is a story of murder.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: The Ball
Be sure to Read First: Prologue//Chapter 1: The Queen is Dead...Again Everything was ready for the ball. To be honest, Jonathan always looked forward to these parties. On top of all the dancing and young girls fit-to-be-wed, there were narcotics and booze, and it was the one chance that many of them got to have a decent meal. Jonathan enjoyed watching starving people eat. They would make themselves suffer all at the one chance they had to be a glutton. But then again some of these sad sacks of sagging skin and bones really needed the calorie boost.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Chapters
Unexpected Café Romance
Start writing...Introduction This romance story is all about Unexpected Café Romance of Lily and Noah. Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting As the rain poured down, Lily dashed into a cozy café to escape the downpour. She found solace in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the warm ambiance of the place. Little did she know, her life was about to take an unexpected turn.
By Muhammed Yakub3 years ago in Chapters
Chicago, First Date, and a Bottle of Merlot
It was an ordinary morning at the River View apartments. Angel Mc. Farland woke up at six in the morning. She jogged along the sidewalk for about a mile. The sidewalk faced out along the Chicago River. She was thinking about the meeting she had to have with her boss regarding an account. She was astonished that Chicago was quite different from Springfield. She figured that there was more city to Chicago than can be imagined. Being a trades assistant she was thinking about how the market was going to move. She worried about the client's account. She normally didn't think about a client during a jog, but this morning, she needed to. She knew this client to be right demanding. The condo beneath her was almost finished. She heard as she jogged by the sounds of the construction workers who were working steadily to build the new condo beneath her. Angel had been in the condo she lived in for six months. She returned home and got herself prepared for work. The clock was going on about eight-thirty and she had to be to work at nine. Angel left for the L-Train, which would take her to the brokerage firm. She thought to herself what a shame they lack those in Springfield.
By April Denise Stuart3 years ago in Chapters
