Forest Green
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Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy. I also appreciate tips, and would like my stories should be noticed.
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The Dream Wedding
It was a month before Jane's dream wedding. She had envisioned it since she was six after reading one of her mother's wedding magazines. She imagined having a destination wedding in the country where she would have it in her family vacation home, with the perfect gown, a sixteen layer cake with vanilla frosting and handwritten vows. She had shared these ideas with her mother, Frances, who helped her with what was needed and putting money aside. Frances believed that her own first wedding to Jane's father, Ralph, was a disaster. In the morning hours before the wedding, he had finished two beer bottles. Frances could smell the beer under his breath as they were exchanging vows. Then at the reception, he drank three glasses of wine with the steak dinner. To Frances' embarrassment and horror, Ralph interrupted the toast spoken by Rose, Frances' long time friend and bridesmaid and Jane's godmother. He then went into a drunken slurred speech with what Frances believed that may have been insults towards her father, who knew they were directed at him. After walking off, he accidentally bumped into the waiter, knocking him over and spilling two plates of steaks onto Frances' mother. Frances was not happy about the incident and did not speak to him during the beginning of their honeymoon. By the end of the honeymoon, they went back home and Ralph apologized to her parents for the reception fiasco wanted to fix things between all of them. However nearly half a year after Jane was born, Frances and Ralph were still living with her parents and the tension between him and them had gotten worse. It was mostly that Jane was thrown into the mix, as Ralph was sleeping off a couple of beer cans on the couch and Jane was crying from upstairs. Frances came home from shopping and quickly ran upstairs to tend to Jane. She was not happy with Ralph and nearly tripped over a beer can. She thought it was time to take Jane and find a new place to live until she and Ralph patched up things between them. A couple of years later, their second daughter Jessica was born and Frances had secured a job as a elementary school teacher while Ralph went to work as a sportswriter. But he would sometimes come home drunk and asleep on the couch after away games. This was frustrating for Frances, especially after one night when they had a argument and he left after throwing a bottle against the wall. The whole event had Jane thinking different about love and marriage and was concerned about how things were going to be for her and Jessica. By the time she entered ninth grade, Jane fell in love with Daniel who was in her first period algebra class. They called each other almost every weekend and Frances received the bill. Eventually she got over the bill upon Jane telling her about Daniel and invited him to dinner to meet him for the first time. It was the summer after their freshman year of college when Daniel proposed to her and she accepted. By the time Jane, Jessica, Frances, Daniel, Rose and several groomsmen and bridesmaids went to the vacation house, they were surprised to see who would be coming. There was a knock on the door and Daniel thought it was his family as they took a flight from New York. Instead it was Ralph who was ready to walk Jane down the aisle. Jane hold nothing against him after those years but Frances was very upset and concerned. The whole family were able to look past those events and Ralph got to know Daniel better. The next day was the wedding and Ralph walked her down the aisle and she and Daniel exchange vows. Jane finally had the wedding of her dreams.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Families
Letter to a Sister
For the past twenty something years, we have been having a bond that most people do have and others wish they do have as I consider us inseparable with our brother. Even though we are a few years apart, I still see you as my peer. When we always television shows together and the different show that originally aired at the time. Being just a kid in the early 2000s, I caught on to half of what I was watching and was deeply confused about the rest. However, because you were a preteen and later became a teenager, you could relate very much. When you watched the one hour teen dramas, I could not get it, well at least a few of them. Then once I became a teenager myself, that was when I fully understood how difficult being a teen was. However, the hard part was I didn't really experienced what my classmates had, like driving, going out, dating and some type of rebellion. The last part, I think you know why.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to a Former Teacher
I am writing to you to let you how I felt back then and how I feel now. For the two years I had spent in Hall Elementary School, I could say I was not at a happy place. And I thought my home life was too much. Well it was, but matters at the school were probably the worst. You were a teaching supervisor, the one I was supposed to look up to like a mentor. But you were not a mentor to me or I believe anyone else I knew. You yelling at me did not help me with my confidence or made me focused thoroughly with my work. Your words stuck with me for thirteen years even as I became an adult. I could not sleep well at night worrying about how I might do on a test and the amount of homework I received everyday. As I sat by my desk doing with my work, I always worried about my future. Soon I then realized how much that pressure put on me might affect it. It was everyday that I dreaded going to school, not just because of you and possibly other teachers. Whenever I was having a problem with my classmates, who constantly made fun of me or put me down, it's like no one would help no matter how much I would ask. At the time, I did not realize how much it would affect my mind state especially for someone with a intellectual disorder. Even after all these years I still took full responsibility for everything that happened. I felt sick to my stomach about certain situations to the point I became sick one day. I remember that day and what happened during and after that Monday morning. My stomach was hurting real bad as I was about to prepare to go to school. I told my mother how I was feeling that morning and she let me stay home. But the pain worsen and I vomited in the late morning. I took the whole day to rest so I would feel better for the next day. Just recently the same happened again, but given the circumstances and the situation that I am now, it was not as bad as I first thought. You and Ms. Smith were supposed to lead me in the right direction, give me a sense of balance and confidence and help me make the right decisions. But I felt that I didn't get that from you or everyone else. I missed out on socializing with many of my classmates due to the large amount of work you had given me just because I could not get a multiplication problem. It was that one thing that got you treating me more harshly than the other students. Then again, they probably had gotten similar treatment from you. I always thought about why you did treated me that way. Were you that way with other students before I came along? Did you had a teacher from your school years who was like that with you? Then came fifth grade, my senior year, where things were still up and down but I was under the supervision of someone else. However half of my fifth grade class had tease me worse than what happened in fourth grade. I was probably at a much more difficult place than I was the previous year. I had never felt such hate towards me until sixth and eight grade. Those years were probably more worse but equally it depends. Then once I entered middle school, your words and their actions continued to get to me deeply and throughout sixth grade I had sudden illnesses. But it was my eighth grade year that was similar to fifth grade but worse in some ways. Once I graduated and went to high school, I still felt I couldn't be the student, all because of how you made me felt. But I found comfort and I am peace with myself and one day we might cross paths again.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Confessions
The Video Interview Part 1
Ronald conducted a video interview with his brother, Marc for his psychology class. The topic they were discussing for the video was his views on the difference between high school and college and how his transition from school led an impact in his life, as Marc is the client and Ronald is the interviewer.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Families
The Video Interview Part 2
Ronald conducted another video interview with his mother, Wilma for his class. The topic we were discussing for the video was her views on experiencing the loss of a loved one and how these events led to an impact in his life, as she is the client this time.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Families
Nicki's Backstage Nights
It is the first night of Nicki’s tour with her two of her labelmates in London. Dressed in a green skirt, white boots, a pink jacket, a white tank top and a red wig, Nicki was singing one of her songs which had many of her male concertgoers hard through their pants. By the end of the song, she then pulls her titties out of her tank top and flashed them to the audience, who all cheer out of excitement. She also turns around and lifts up her skirt, showing off her curvy, shapely ass as she has no panties underneath. The audience loved her performance and chanted her name in unison. As she finished the song, she fixed her clothing and walked backstage with a security guard following her. She went to her backstage room and asked him to wait outside while she prepared to gather her belongings. When she reaches inside her black duffle bag, she sees one of her vibators and takes it out. It was a big gray vibator which she affectionately called “Aubrey” and it was bigger than the two she already had in her bag. That would be a pink one called “Robert” and a red one called “Dwayne”. She turns on the gray vibators and slides it inside her slightly wet pussy. She hears the sound and starts to feel the shaking in her walls, causing her to shake a little as well. Her wig falls off as well. The security guard hears the noise outside of the door and wonders what is going on. In the midst of the vibration, she feels her large thighs shaking and soon she is about to squirt on the chair she is sitting on. She moans as the vibator is deep inside her. She then squirts as the juices spray around her thighs and onto the chair. She quickly cleans up the mess, puts the vibator away and exits the room as the security guard confusedly looks at her.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Filthy
Sydney's Beach Photos
Sydney shows a lot of underboob in sexy green bikini pics when she goes to the beach. Sydney was never afraid to show some skin. She had released a series of photos to her Instagram, featuring underboob while flashing her huge tits at beachgoers. Many of them were amazed as they walked by. One man stopped and saw her taking the pictures. He went into a nearby bathroom and started to jerk off because of it reminded him of her fucking onscreen. All the times where her titties were bouncing up and down. Sydney walked on the sandy beach with a colorful sunset in the background in the stunning Instagram pictures. She wore a light green bikini top with straps and a low-waisted bottom revealing some of her big booty. As for Sydney, she has shown underboob before. She had just worn a pink bathing suit which showed her cleavage. Afterwards she lifted her top up and flashed her titties to her friends and they cheered in unison. Sydney’s pics wowed fans. They all masturbated to the pics and to her sex scenes. Including in the new movie she did where she took her black bra and panties off and then moaned while on top of a man. She was riding on his dick back and forth until they came at the same time. The pattern of her bikini top featured two individual floral designs, and the bottom was just light green. In an unused picture, Sydney’s loose blonde waves covered the top half of her tits as she leaned her head forward and showed off her pierced belly button. In the second shot, she sat on the sand, with a beautiful sunset in the background. She pulled her bikini bottom aside and placed her fingers inside her pussy to make herself cum. Her hand was covered with the juices afterwards. In the next pic, she pulled her top down to cover her boobs that she previously revealed and played with them. Finally, she posed in a one-hand camel pose, holding one boob and showed a side view of her bikini. Sydney added a simple caption to the photo, writing, “your lil sunshine with a big ass,” along with a sunshine and winking emoji.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Filthy
Out in Ten
Scott spent most of his days in his home in Charleston. He would text his friends in between work breaks and during his television time. Because he was always bored in his home, one of his friends emailed him several websites for dating apps. One night, he looked into one of those sites and it included a couple of women who live in Florence or near the city. One ad he read showed a much older woman and it read “Locals Only in Florence, Ten Minutes Away.” He opened it and saw the woman’s profile.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Filthy
His First Valentine
Jack mostly spends his Valentine’s days alone. Now that he was twenty two years old and living on his own, he had no one to talk to. There were only a few women in his apartment; one has a husband, another has a boyfriend who also away on business and an elderly woman who is tired of hearing all of the fucking from behind the walls every night.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Filthy
Kim's Monday Morning
It was Monday morning at the K/J (somebody will figure it out) house and Pete had arrived at eight. It was very quiet and I thought no one would be home because everyone had gone out for breakfast. Fortunately, he was wrong. Coming out the front door was Kim, his new girlfriend. She was on the rebound from her ex husband, Kenneth, whom she shares two children with. Kenneth was the big time, egotistical and highly acclaimed record producer and rapper who talks about how great he is. This would usually piss her off but the worst part is when he accused of her of fucking their bodyguard. She filed for divorce nearly a month later and had moved on Pete. This lanky tattooed freak had many girlfriends throughout his career: a pop singer, a model whose own mother was a model, and an actress with milf status. Then he moved on Kim, much to the dismay of Kenneth.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Filthy
Lost Owl in the Woods
It was around midnight and the Roberts family were preparing to go to sleep as they were camping. The mother and father were sleeping in their own tent and so did the three children. The youngest child, Wilma, could not sleep and felt like she was hearing things outside. Somehow it had no effect on her older siblings. The twelve year old had then exited the green tent and started slowly. While walking she still heard the noise and could not figure out what it was and where it was coming from. She kept walking in the left direction of the forest and stopped by a tree that overshadowed her five two frame. She could hear the noise being close and looked around in different directions. She then looked up at the tree she was next to and saw a gray owl sitting on a branch. She had figured out where the noise came from and what it was. Wilma waved at the owl as it hooed. The owl flew down slowly to the ground right by Wilma's feet. She kneel in front of the owl and noticed that its left wing was hurt. She figured that the owl must have hurt itself during a flight. But what was going through in her mind was what to do about the broken wing. She then carried the owl back to the area where her family's tents are. She quickly reached into a black duffle bag and took out a first aid kit. She tried not to make much noise to help heal the owl.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Fiction
The School Trip
It was 2008, before I transferred to another elementary school the following year. My third grade class was selected to go to Manhattan for a field trip to the history museum. I was excited to go and already paid for it. It was my second time going there on a school trip. I would eventually go there a few times later along with a bowling alley in Queens and a couple of pizza joints. But I was always worried about the seating arrangement on the bus because I felt like the person sitting next to me would not like me. On the day of the trip, almost all of my classmates were next to each other. The class was an odd number and I was about to sit by myself. Then Ms. Harris asked me to sit next to her during the ride.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Education
