He was a rich and successful man. Those who knew him described him as “diligent and debatable.” He was hard-working, industrious, meticulous, contentious and controversial. He butted heads with lots of people. He was always engaged in a battle of wits and more times than not, he emerged the victor. He was an ambitious man… Read More Melody
Martina Shaw stood there, waiting, debating whether or not to go into the restaurant. Laird Pendlebury was in there with his friends. Going in there now would be foolish. No one knew about their relationship. He wanted it that way. He said that it was because he was an MP and although he wasn’t married,… Read More The MP’s Secret Affair
“You look bored,” Tiffany said to her friend, Fiona. “I’m not bored,” Fiona replied. She wasn’t bored but she was anxious to leave. It was near six o’clock and she was supposed to be going over to Darth’s place. Her heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of him. No one knew about their… Read More A Very Tough Decision
Colleen and her friend, Marlene were having their regular morning Bible study in the lounge area at the office. Colleen was reading. “For it doesn’t go into their heart but into their stomach, and then out of the body. In saying this, Jesus declared all foods clean.” “Wait a minute. Where does it say that… Read More It Matters
They met at the bank where she was a bank teller. She wasn’t pretty or even his type but he was immediately attracted to her. He found excuses to go to that particular branch although it was a little out of his way. He had only gone there that first time because he was in… Read More Just a “Thing”
“We are all slaves,” Todd declared and Marsha stared at him. “What do you mean by that?” she wondered. “It’s what my pastor said last week.” “Where did he get that information from?” “The Bible, of course. It’s in chapter six of Romans, verses twenty to twenty-two. We are either slaves of sin or slaves… Read More We Are All Slaves
I walked into the house. It was quiet. It meant he hadn’t come as yet. The corridor stretched endlessly before me. I wondered what to do while I waited for him. Ahead was the door leading to the large and cozy living-room. That’s where he and I sat, curled up on the sofa, listening to… Read More Strayed/Open #writephoto
Notes to Women 