You picked me up when I fell, and didn’t laugh. Not even a smirk… You aren’t afraid of my ugly-crying face. You checked the closet for the monster and never asked me to watch a Stephen King movie again. You love our children as much as I do. You make me laugh. You love to travel….
This story is intended for readers 18+ Grace ex-boyfriend visits her hometown on Memorial Day and swept her off her feet. She’s older, wiser, and knows what she wants. TJ never stopped loving Grace and when he sees her again their relationship rekindles immediately. Grace agrees to visit him as often as possible, and in this…
You’ve actually been here before, we just made sure you forgot. She couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps it was because this was the sixth first-date in three weeks she’d accepted. The man seated across from her in the booth was bland. She pushed her fork around the plate musing that he was…
There was a meadow where the fairies used to live where people went to pray to the gods for help. If your intentions were pure, the fairies would guide you through the forest to the meadow. If not… you would wander for days and might not return. Maeve prayed the fairies would guide her. As she approached…
Writing Prompt from Passionate Ink – Every morning when you wake up, something from your last dream of the night becomes real for an hour. The Fortune Cookie… Courtney wished the Ambien worked and left her dream free, but no… instead she found herself slamming her fist down on her squealing alarm clock and pushing…
He stood, back against the door jamb, just out of her line of sight and waited. She stuffed her scarf in her bag, changed her heels for flats and smoothed her skirt down her legs before turning toward the elevator. The doors opened and he moved then, slipping between the doors before they closed. Her…
This is how I flirt. There he was and I was prepared. It was time. I psyched myself up, ignoring the giggles of my teammates as I approached him in the library. This was my mother’s idea… she promised to pay for therapy if it went wrong. She promised me it worked for her. Oh…
Mistletoe Cassidy walked into the office kitchen and immediately noticed the sprig of mistletoe hanging over the door. “There’s a sexual harassment suit in the making.” She muttered as she moved toward the coffee pot and filled her mug. She turned to find her boss standing under the door jamb, flicking his gaze between the…
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