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Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Six
Ziggy stood in the sound booth, looking at the members of Jems and Jamz through the thick glass. She hadn’t expected to get called up for an audition, and even after sending her audition CD, she hadn’t expected the band to want her to do a live audition. Ziggy had contacted other bands in the past, only to find out that they had found someone else before she could even send a sample in, and she had ended up feeling disappointed. But now there was a band that thought that she was good enough to play, and she wanted to show them that they were right. Ziggy took a deep breath and began to strum her guitar to “In Your Eyes”, one of the group’s more popular songs. She could feel her nerves dissipate as she continued to play, and without noticing it, she was singing into the microphone while she played.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Five
Buck got off the plane and walked into the terminal, feeling a sense of comfort as Jim led them to the airport doors. In a matter of minutes, she would be back in the neighborhood that she grew up in, hugging her parents and reminiscing about all the memories she had before she made it big. It was nice to feel like she was part of something, to feel like she belonged. She hadn’t felt this excited for a while now, and she was ready to embrace the love of those that had helped her get to where she was today.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Four
Buck woke up, slobber matted across her hair and face. She looked at the walls of her empty bedroom and noticed how vacant the room felt without Olive’s presence. She had bought the house, so they had their own place to go back to between the tours and concerts. Eventually, she had figured that they would settle down and have a family of their own. She had spent many nights daydreaming of their happy life and the beautiful things that their future would bring, but now, everything had changed. Olive was gone, and Buck felt like her future plans had left with her.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Three
“You spend half of your life thinking you’re Superman and the other half realizing that you’re not invincible,” Ziggy Johnson said to herself as she looked at the crumpled flyer in her hand. Jems and Jamz were holding auditions for a lead guitarist, and she had told herself this year she would start fulfilling her dreams. Her friends had always had a ton of plans for themselves, like falling in love, getting married, and having children, but she was ready for any of that anymore.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Two
“Sorry about Olive, Buck,” Jemma said, cradling her cup of coffee in her hand. Buck just shook her head. The plan had been to travel to the next city on the tour, but after Olive had left them hanging high and dry, Buck had to call the band’s agent, Ralph. Ralph tried to call Olive to convince her to finish the tour, but she refused. Therefore, he had to talk to the promoter who had to talk to the venue owner, and their show was postponed. Olive’s actions had not only broken Buck’s heart, but they impacted the entire band’s schedule.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter One
Buck Miller looked into the cheering crowd and remembered how much work it had taken her to get there. Buck had spent years writing her own songs and performing on the streets before a record label had picked her up, and when they finally did, she had seen all her dreams come true. Buck finally had gotten to move out of the cheap flat that she shared with her five roommates and into a two-bedroom house in the suburbs. Her bicycle was replaced with a Harley, and the loving embrace of her girlfriend, Olive, replaced her days on her own.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
The Private Lives of Werewolves, Pt. 1
Lucien undressed and re-dressed himself in the mirror. He took off his gray sweater and white shirt, zipped and folded them neatly, and placed them on the sink. When Lucien got down to his underwear, he transitioned into his “A” Blues hanging on the door: blue trousers with that scarlet stripe on each side, white button-down, that midnight blue coat with its erect collar, and the black dress shoes, spic and span. He adjusted his Sam Browne until it was just right. Medals on the left breast, ribbons to the right. He couldn’t forget the gloves, so he carefully slid them on before tucking his barracks cover under his arm. When he looked in the mirror, his dirty blonde hair was no longer shoulder-length—it was cut shorter.
By C. N. McKinnie4 years ago in Fiction
SUPER HERO CHRONICLES - CITADEL: RISE OF THE HEROES (PART 3)
RECAP: Two years earlier Padrick Panthia III's attempts at retrieving the Jewel of Bast was accidentally thwarted by Bobby Flynn, who came upon his powers while trying to end his life. At the same time, Panthia had funded a group of archaeologists to find the Talisman of Sekhmet, in the hope that they would find the other half of the Bubastis Amulet. Meanwhile, Bobby Flynn was trying to get his life back in order while coming to terms with his powers...
By Travis Berketa4 years ago in Fiction
Am I the asshole for dating a guy with a girlfriend?
Am I the asshole because I don’t mind dating men who have a girlfriend or wife? My friends sometimes act a bit judgmental if they hear I hooked up with a man that is already ‘taken,’ so to speak. By now they know better than to try and talk me out of it, but I still notice that if the fact comes up in conversation, they will get visibly uncomfortable. Like this is a vice of mine they have to tolerate. But I think that the burden of being faithful or not to someone should fall to the men themselves. If I’m not looking for something serious or want a casual hook up, ‘taken’ guys are perfect! They already have a relationship they have to go back to, and they won’t get clingy. They are more than happy avoiding you and being avoided by you, and this makes for a very clean parting of ways.
By Lollipop - Sexy Stories4 years ago in Fiction
Another Drink
“Everyone on the ground! Now!” Two men burst into the bar, each with a blaster pistol in hand and a metal case containing units of galactic currency. The one who spoke had scaly yellow skin, large red eyes, and a collection of small horns instead of hair. He wore a light blue shirt under a dark red jacket and black pants cut at the knee, revealing scaly legs that ended in clawed, three-toed feet. His partner had tanned skin and long black hair brushed over to expose a shaved left side of his head. He wore an open leather vest exposing a muscular frame, as well as black pants and boots. His face was contorted in a snarl in part thanks to a smudgy snout of a nose and two large tusks growing upwards from his lower jaw, but his beady eyes were worried.
By Vincent James McGovern4 years ago in Fiction
