Spinner Of Yarns

Hello there! Welcome to the most wonderful, family friendly restaurant in town - The Joum Para. A place everyone in our lovely little town knows and has visited at least once. I mean, they're bound to given as long as we live, right? Anyway, I'm Julia. And I own this place. This diner was passed down to me by my mother, who had inherited from her father. Mom had been running this place ever since the beginning of the First World War, until just about two years ago when she passed the torch to me. I guess she just wanted to do something different. I'm quite familiar with our staff, as they too have worked here for decades. In some cases, even longer. Some of our regulars start pouring in for breakfast. The Thompson family are the first to arrive. I've always had such admiration for them. Such good upstanding people they are. Mark and Sheila Thompson have four children together, including the adorable triplets who were born just a few months ago. I remember when Sheila...

Alice had just recieved wonderful news. Her former employer had remembered her in her will, and she would inherit a sizable sum of money that would be enough to cover her college expenses. Under different circumstances, Alice would have been jumping for joy. But not after what had happened. Given what had caused her to inherit this money, she wasn't sure how to feel. Being a broke college student was hard. Even after she would graduate and get a job, Alice would have to worry about her student loans. Needless to say, if an opportunity to make some money came about, she would pounce on it. One such opportunity came in the form of a Craigslist ad. It was for some household chores, some closets needed cleaning, some stuff needed moving. And you'd be paid by the hour. Rather handsomely too. The address was of a very posh part of town, so Alice wasn't surprised that they were paying so well. The following Saturday, at about two in the afternoon, Alice showed up at the two s...

  STEEMIT My life was in shambles. The Great Recession had taken everything from me. I was laid off from my job. The small business I ran on the side went belly up. My girlfriend of over a year, with whom I had begun to envision a future, dumped me. Mainly because of my grim financial situation. I couldn't pay back my loans, and lost my apartment. I also had to sell my car and was forced to move into a tiny studio apartment in a sketchy part of town. In just a few months my life had been flushed down the toilet. I couldn't believe things could get so bad. I was able to find a job that paid just enough for me to survive. Every day, I woke up, maybe ate breakfast, went to work, finished my shift, went home, had something to eat and went to sleep. For the first few months, I just existed this way like a zombie. Then the anger began to surface. I was passed off almost all the time. I was angry at life. At the economy. At the woman I thought I loved. Soon enough anger turned to...

I awoke from a deep sleep to the ringing of my cell phone. It was my father's best friend. I had a sinking feeling in my heart as I answered. This close friend of our family would not be calling me at two in the morning if everything was fine. Even before he spoke, I had a hunch this had to do with our father. I was right. Our father had taken his own life. I honestly hadn't expected this. Even after the last conversation I had with him. To me, he seemed more like the type who would leave the country, try to disappear forever. Even assume a new identity. But suicide? That just didn't seem like the route he would take. I suppose I never really knew him at all. Unsurprising, if you ask me, as he had managed to deceive me and our family for so long. I went to our family home the very next morning. I put my arms around my seventeen year old brother and held him as he cried. We called all our relatives, performed our father's last rites, and held the family gathering afterwa...

Diya's Nana Ji, or maternal grandfather, had lived a happy and fulfilling life. A successful career, a happy marriage, loving children and loyal friends - he had it all. Though his passing at eighty-one years of age  had certainly been a cause of sadness for his loved ones, it brought none of the agony and regret that often comes with an early demise. The old man had remembered all his friends and family in his will. Diya, the twenty year old college student, had received a handsome sum of money and a cabin in the woods.  Nana Ji knew what this cabin meant to Diya. It was her favourite vacation spot as a child. She had the most wonderful memories of visiting the place with her grandfather and cousins, of playing by the lake and watching goats and sheep graze at the edge of the woods or in the postures nearby. More importantly, the canine representated the bond she shared with her loving Nana Ji. So he had left it to her, with a request that she take good care of it. The cabin...

  It was less than a year ago that I first saw her at a party. Akira. A tall, strong, brilliant, feisty, fiery woman. She was beautiful to the point that it would take my breath away if I stared at her for too long. My best friend, Ryan introduced her to me. I would have tried to overcome my shyness and at least considered asking her out, if only he hadn’t introduced her as his new girlfriend. I knew then that I would never have her. First of all, because a woman like her was clearly out of my league, as she dwarfed me in every department that counts. Second of all, her lover was my best friend, a man who had been more of a brother to me than a friend. Plus he was her equal in all things. A King worthy of a Queen. I never stood a chance. So, I decided to admire her from a distance. I would steal glances of Akira’s lovely face when no one was looking. If she ever asked me to hand her something I’d make sure our fingers would touch. I had to be careful though. I couldn’t let her ev...

 Until a month ago, my life was perfect. I was a regular dude bro who banged pussy (and more) left and right. I had no problems and a bitch certainly wasn’t one. But then I met  her . I met her in a bar. She was the hottest chick there that night. Average height, slim waist and a great rack. I could tell she was younger than me. Probably like early 20s. She looked like this was the first time she was in a bar. She seemed nervous and gave off a submissive vibe. Perfect. That’s exactly the kind of girls I like. Submissive and agreeable. Way better to work than those “StRoNg aNd InDePeNdEnT” bitches. I approached her, threw the usual lines at her and she and I ended up going to my place. What followed was a night of hot hot HOT sex. For someone who looked so innocent, she was pretty freaky in the sack. The next morning, she woke me up with a kiss. This is when I usually tell bitches to get lost, but she was so malleable and clearly wanted to please me. I decided to keep her aro...