Stories tagged “Maria”

  • How not to fit in. Part 1; It all started when challenge.

    It all started when he sat next to her on the bus. It was her first day of school. High School, Fall of 1965. Maria had just arrived in the United States & she spoke very little English. The only words she knew were from bits of popular songs she h...

    • Author: gdebarthe
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • How not to fit in Part 2, It all started when challenge.

    Glares and whispers followed her as she walked down the narrow aisle of the bus. Her unease grew as she looked for a seat. She felt as if everyone on the bus were staring at her. Relieved she found an empty seat & sat down. She hunkered down into t...

    • Author: gdebarthe
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • We Always Stand Up Straight (Mature)

    The first thing I saw when I awoke was her shirt, slung over the old Saarinen Tulip I use as a desk chair. The “VIXEN” lettering was appropriate. “You know, I was going to make you breakfast in bed today, but I’d rather keep you...

    • Author: Firefox
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • How to Solve a Problem Like Maria for Dummies

    To solve a problem like Maria, we first need to define Maria. Maria: A clumsy, scatter-brained girl. See also: Fibbertijibbet, Will-o’-the-Wisp, Clown Upon beginning the process of solving a problem like Maria, you may come across some other ques...

  • She Moves In Mysterious Ways (Mature)

    “Well, I guess that explains the anime hair color,” I chuckled. “Care to enlighten me as to what about plain old me could warrant the attention of a kitsune?” “First, just say fox, or fox spirit if you want to be specific....

    • Author: Firefox
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Heights and Depths (Mature)

    “Keep me where?” I asked. “In your pocket?” “Oh, you’d be amazed what I can fit in my pocket,” she said. “Or in various other places.” She leaned forward, and I was looking down her cleavage. It mig...

  • Is this What a Mother Feels Like?

    After my shower, I changed into the clean clothes that Maria gave me. They were large, but more comfortable than my old clothes. Maria was sitting on bed with a some toiletries. “Viene aqui, boy” She commanded. I thought that meant come he...

  • Maria's Son

    After “bruising” me, Maria stood up. “I had a son like you. He was tall, like you too” She said. “What happened to him?” I asked her. She didn’t answer. “How old are you?” She asked me. “Fourt...

  • Storming Out

    “Of ALL the cafés in Singapore you say this is your favourite cafe? There are thousands of cafés!” exclaimed the old English man as he took a cigarette. Maria kept quiet. She saw no reason to explain herself to the obnoxious foreigner. The waitre...