It’s February 14. Happy Valentine’s Day. And it just so happens to fall on a Friday. Great day to go out and meet somebody if you’re alone. Unless, you’re in a rainy, breezy place with temperatures at almost 0 degrees. That’s where I am at the moment
Most of the content on this blog is either short stories or articles. I’m a writer, so I enjoy written content the most. But I understand that a lot of people enjoy video content. I wanted to cater to the different needs of people who enjoy erotica, so I started a YouTube
In 2021, I published my debut novel, My Wife and Girlfriend. For the first two years, I hardly did any marketing for the book. But then, in 2024, I started getting reviews for it, and most of them were positive. Sure, some people didn’t like the book
I down another shot of tequila. I think that was the fifth one. Maybe sixth. I’m not sure. Who cares? It’s not like anyone at home is going to complain if I come late or drunk. I tap the shot glass on the bar, and the barman nods at me
In 2018, I wrote a short story about a man who made a bucket list of all the things that he wanted to accomplish before dying. He felt that his life was stale and by ticking off items from the bucket list, he would be satisfied with the life he had lived.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Mr Walters. He was my father’s right-hand man for almost twenty years. “My condolences, Keira. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” I nodded. My father spoke highly of Mr Walters
First of all, Happy New Year. Last year was great, but I’ve got a feeling that 2025 will be even better. Even though the first post of the year is an article, I will publish a new short story on 10 January. That will be the first story and one of many for the year. …
The year 2024 went by so quickly. It’s unbelievable. So many positive things happened to me in the year that I’m truly grateful. One of my biggest blessings is readers visiting this blog and reading the short stories and articles that I publish every Friday.
I can’t believe that this year has already gone by. Another eleven days, at the time of writing, remain in 2024. It’s been an incredible year. I’ve published a post every Friday this year, maintaining the same tradition as the other three years
I murmured, my vision blurry and my body feeling like somebody had beaten me with a bat after my ringing phone woke me up. It was 2:30 am. God, who is it now? It was an unfamiliar number. “Hello,” I said, groggily. “Hey, brotherman.”