Stories tagged “kelly”

  • Cookie Dough, Reeses, And Female Intuition

    I’m standing in line for ice cream with this sun-tanned California boy, Devon, who’s obviously more perceptive than I first thought. “What kind do you want?” He asked, distracting me from my train of thought. “Chocolate ch...

  • No Use Crying Over Spilled Ice Cream

    I beamed as Kelly made her way over to us. She’d always been pretty, but today she looked angelic, all dressed in white, her blonde hair in ringlets. “Hey, Devon.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Who’s your fr...

  • Kalyla's A Kickboxer, And She Kicks Butt

    I aimed a vicious kick at the bag, managing to get my leg all the way up by my ear. Even the instructor winced when he heard the pounding noise it made. “Um, Chaos?” He glanced at me. “Is everything alright?” “Just fine.&#...

  • The Trouble With Kelly

    “So why were you hanging out with her?” Kelly asked me, after we managed to get most of the ice cream off of my pants. I shrugged. “She looked like a nice person, and she was all alone.” Just like I was. Kelly frowned. “We...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • When A Stranger Calls...Or in This Case...

    I went home mad. Kelly had no right to treat me or Kalyla this way. I flopped on my bed and groaned. Why was this happening to me? First I have to move to this backwater ridiculous part of South Carolina, and second my new girlfriend seems to have issu...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5

  • Kalyla's Brother

    I sat in my room listening to the jazz station on the radio, and trying not to worry about the call from my Dad. I could hear my brother downstairs singing as he made dinner. “You don’t have to be beautiful, to be my girl!” I came to ...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • The crisis line

    Kelly drove home from work. She was so upset, she could barely concentrate on the road. Her tears stung her eyes, and blurred her vision. She kept thinking about Mike. She stepped into her apartment building, went up to the her floor, and went into her...

  • Time Flows Like a River... (Mature)

    The coffee shop was half full. College kids sat in singles and clumps, mostly studying but some were having nice, quiet conversations. It was a comfort that most were Asian and fulfilled stereotypes I held of them. Looking at Nathan over the edge of my...