Carl Lincoln Jr.’s latest story received praise from a fellow reader. “I loved reading your side of the experience,” she wrote. “We seldom see the woman’s point-of-view – just what the guy wants it to be.” Another reader, though, was less impressed with the language used in the story. “béléhi ki tal9a tofla t7ébek 7ébha,”…
As I sat in the barracks, listening to my fellow recruits chat about their families and graduation, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. I had no one to come and visit, no girlfriend to show off to my new friends, and my parents wouldn’t be making the trip to see me graduate….
The scathing comments littered the page, a testament to the author’s inability to wrap up their stories in a satisfying manner. Some readers were simply frustrated, while others were downright vicious. “U suck not finishing a single story what the fuck,” one anonymous reader spat, their words dripping with venom. Another reader echoed the sentiment,…
I hadn’t spoken to my ex in months, so when she called to invite me out for a drink after work, I was surprised. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “It’s going okay. I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, her voice a little serious. “Okay, what’s…
As we walked into the hotel room, I couldn’t help but notice the one king-size bed that dominated the space. My coworker, Alex, quickly called the front desk to inform them of the issue, and after a brief conversation, they explained that the couch would have to suffice as a makeshift bed for the night….
The comments section was a treasure trove of feedback, with readers weighing in on the story’s merits and shortcomings. One anonymous reader chimed in, “aew5esetW4q4asrarwa5w5setstdtsdtse56se65ae5WWRFXFS4AW455.” Another reader, also anonymous, offered a more constructive critique: “Watch your spelling and grammar. Otherwise, a good story.” A third reader, seemingly a fan of the story, wrote: “I enjoyed…
Tara was a 19-year-old young woman with a fiery spirit and an innocent heart. Her bright red hair cascaded down her slender frame, drawing attention to her petite features. At 5’7″, she stood tall, exuding a sense of confidence that belied her age. Her hometown was a quaint country town, where everyone knew each other’s…
As I led Alison upstairs to my bedroom, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had been looking forward to this moment all day, and I knew that it was going to be a night to remember. “This is my bedroom,” I said, slipping my hand under my pillow to…
Well, after finding the note and showing it to Ron, he was impressed, to say the least. Ron didn’t even have to ask for his cut, I’d already handed him $120 for a two hour massage. Then I kicked in an extra $50 for the use of the table, which meant I’d still cleared $330…
Lisa and I had been inseparable since I turned 13 and my parents got me a 4-wheeler. The empty fields and woods nearby provided us with endless hours of fun, and our friendship blossomed into something more. As we rode through the woods, Lisa would sometimes let me drive, and I loved the feeling of…