Jude Liebermann
Bio
I love creating stories and have been doing it for most of my life. To learn more about me and my writing, please visit judesplace.com.
Stories (16/0)
7 Years Bad Luck
It’s dark, and I’m alone. As usual. I opened my eyes and looked around the vast structure. It’s foreign, though it has been my home ever since my curiosity prompted me to enter. By the time I realized the door was swinging shut, it was too late. I was locked inside. All the windows had shutters, and there were no other doors. I raced around, from one corner to the next, slowly realizing there was no escape.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Fiction
The Man From the Lake
I knew it would happen tonight. I’d noticed earlier that the water was incredibly still, like it was a pane of glass on the ground. Stranger still there was no reflection. The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, but the lake looked like a black hole, sucking in all light and leaving nothing behind.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Fiction
A Twist of Fate
When I was a senior in high school, I thought I had it all figured out. I wanted to be a bank teller or a stewardess. I’ve always had a problem with my weight and thought it would be more difficult to be a stewardess. I’d heard they were strict and didn’t allow anyone overweight. So I was leaning toward a bank teller. I’d been fighting with my father and brother a lot and was looking forward to graduating and moving to Tallahassee to attend the university there.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Humans
Frozen With Grief
I always come back this time of year, when it’s not quite as cold as it normally is. I curse the day we vacationed in Alaska five years earlier. It was a bit warmer than it is now, the ice nearly melting but not quite. We happened upon a small frozen pond. The locals assured us that it was completely safe to walk on. I sniff in sadness as I remember that day. Blake teased me and playfully called me chicken for not following him onto the ice. He jumped up and down to prove how solid it was, but I was uncertain.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Lottery
I’d been dreading this day my whole life. Well, at least once I was old enough to be told what would happen the 16th year on the date of my birth. I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but it was somewhere between six and seven. My mother made it seem almost like a fairy tale. It wasn’t until I got older that I discovered the grim reality of it all.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Fiction
Creating Something from Nothing
I've always liked creating something from nothing. Maybe that's why I enjoy writing so much. I start with a blank screen and then start typing. I have crates of all my hobbies, and they range from sewing all the way up to working with wood. I have sewn formal dresses for myself and friends, put together terra cotta pots in the shape of a horse for the yard and even created a wood deck for my above ground pool following a set of plans I bought online.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Motivation
Tequila To Kill Ya
What was my most cringe worthy moment? I was finally 21 and old enough to go to the clubs, finally old enough to drink liquor. I went with my best friend to our favorite club, where we could get drunk and dance all night long. Back then you could get drinking specials, and the one we liked to get at this particular place was $8 at the door would allow us to drink free from 8 pm until 10 pm.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Confessions
First Impressions
Have you ever been on a first date with someone and ran out of things to say? Luckily, he chose a karaoke bar, so the horrible singing is a useful distraction, but I am wracking my brain trying to come up with something else to talk about. We have nothing in common. He’s outdoorsy, and I like staying in. He’s a wine drinker, and I prefer beer. He likes sushi, and I hate seafood (even if it’s cooked).
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Humans
Neal's Candy
“$20,000 for the rest of the night.” At first I didn’t react thinking the man couldn’t possibly be talking about me. I was lucky to get $50 from any of the perverts who sought out my company for a quick fuck, or a blow job for far less. Curiosity finally got the better of me as I turned to see who he was speaking to. My gaze swept over the two other whores standing beside me on the street corner, but they were both gazing at me in surprise.
By Jude Liebermann3 years ago in Filthy
