Dear Diary,I had a dream about him.A most shocking and painful dream. In it, we were so close to one another. I was coming to visit him, to see him and the excitement I had felt in this dream matched the excitement I once felt before. The love, the laughter and all the happiness and hope he brought me all tangled into one blissful feeling as I dreamt of riding in a cab to reach him. Of course, in the end, I was unable to...

January 17th Dear Diary, Another week has gone by now and today I read through his letters again.  I cannot seem to stop myself from looking at all his mementos either. My mind is swimming with all the times we shared and how much fun we had. I still cannot understand why I was not good enough. I keep playing back through to see what it was that I did wrong and I could have given him more faith in me and in us.  In his mo...

January 10th Dear Diary, I am missing him. Again.It has been a few weeks since I last heard his voice and my heart aches to hear it again right now. I feel a deep sadness and it has fully taken hold of me today. I feel almost desperate to hear his laughter and be the one to bring him joy. I want to hear all about his day and have long conversations on subjects we have discussed a million times before. I want to talk about...

It was a crisp autumn day and Morgan sat outside on her front porch. She sat in her old rocking chair wrapped in her favorite dark green cardigan feeling the wind blow through the porch and hitting her face softly. It was days like these that she would sit and remember an impossible dream that she once thought of all too often. She was much older now, not nearly as pretty with wrinkles on her face and long gray hair. Her...

Seamus was headbanging to the loud, metal music. He jumped around in the mosh pit, throwing himself against people, flailing his arms and legs. He had been hit in the face, the ribs and kicked in the legs, but he didn't care. He was having too much fun. Concerts were always a big deal in Dublin and since retiring from the Army a year earlier, Seamus got to enjoy going to them more often. He got lost in the music every tim...

Marie had never had her photo taken like this before. She stood in the middle of the room in nothing but black stockings. Her hands lay on the arms of the chairs in front of her while she bent over as her husband instructed, exposing her glistening folds for his camera lens to capture. Her husband had been taking a lot of pictures of her lately. "Capturing her beauty" was the reason he gave for wanting to do this. Most of...

My heart was racing fast and I could barely breath. The look of his smile when I lifted my skirt just made my body react and I could feel my juices start to drip down my thigh. He stared at me for a moment before finally speaking again. "Take a seat, Ana and we'll discuss the terms of your extension," he said in a husky voice. I nodded and turned to go walk to the chair on the other side of the desk. I could feel his eyes...

My term paper was late. I was standing at the door of my Professor's office, sweating. The paper was late and I didn't have enough time to finish the one I'd started several weeks ago. It wasn't that good to begin with, but that was besides the point. The point was that I was sweating because not only could I fail my hot professor's class, but I was sweating for what I was about to try in order to pass my hot professor's...

It was February 18th, the sun was shining and I was riding in the back of a taxi cab through London. I was on my way to the hotel after just getting off what seemed to be the longest plane ride in history. I needed sleep. Jet lag was as awful as everyone had said it would be and Lord, was I exhausted. I wanted to get to my room and lay down as quickly as possible since tomorrow I was going to meet what I imagined would be...

I looked at the clock as I sat at my desk in the front of the classroom. My right leg bounced up and down as I watched the clock hands slowly move. Five o'clock couldn't come soon enough. Twelve minutes until classes were over for the day. Twelve minutes until I could gather my things and head to my office. Twelve minutes until I could make Ana's sweet face blush again. Twelve agonizing minutes until I could smell her aro...