David Dawsey
Bio
I'm just some guy, who has a very active imagination.....
Stories (3/0)
Killer Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin, excitement slowly building in my chest. I looked to my right at my new girlfriend Suzanna, Suzi for short, man she was gorgeous with long red hair, and bright green eyes with a perfect dusting of freckles across her face. She had a body to kill for, the buttons of her blouse straining to hold her shirt closed, and her leggings leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She was quite the opposite of Rebecca who was sitting in the passenger seat. Rebecca was very plain; hell, a flagpole had more curves than her. She had mousey brown hair with dull brown eyes, her clothes refused to flatter her body and she always seemed a little lost. That would leave Alice who was the driver of this trip. She had raven black hair with icy blue eyes and a face that seemed allergic to smiling. She was quite beautiful to look at, but to be honest she kind of scared me. I hope she won’t be a problem this weekend.
By David Dawseyabout a year ago in Fiction
Box of Dreams
Jane was one of many people in the world that had fallen victim to a cold society. Jane was raised in a broken home, fell in love with an abusive man who took everything from her and ended up homeless on the streets. Only a few days away from her thirtieth birthday, Jane was living in city streets, under overpasses, and on park benches. For a short period of time, Jane was living at a homeless camp with a small group, but several distasteful people took advantage of her, and she was back to spending nights alone, not staying in any place more than once. She longed to feel human again. She wanted a home where she would never be cold, a kitchen that would always be full, and companions that could protect and love her. Jane wanted a new life.
By David Dawseyabout a year ago in Fiction