Sylvie: Chapter Two - Part One
Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she sorted through the boxes of clothes for something to wear. She'd been in the city for months but still had yet to unpack, had yet to find a job which wasn't be more than temporary. Even all her furniture,...
Sylvie: Chapter Seven
Her ass hurt. God, her ass hurt. Her legs were tired, her feet were tired, but her ass _hurt_. The short walk to the bathroom to take care of morning business was interesting and she found herself sitting on the toilet for longer than usual, not out of...
Sylvie: Chapter Six
"Shit, shit, shit!" Sylvie ran around the house, trying to gather up her things for work, trying to figure out what she would need for work to gather up. She wasn't going to be late, not really, but she would be arriving later than she wanted and that...
Sylvie: Chapter Eleven
The shower the next morning took a little longer than usual as she remembered the dreams she'd had. Having virtually no friends growing up had made her rely upon herself for entertainment and one way she found of doing so was becoming a lucid dreamer....
Sylvie: Chapter Ten
Her sitting around the previous night doing nothing had been both a help and a hindrance. Riding on the bus, she reflected on how much more emotionally relaxed she was but the stiffness in her neck - either from watching the screen of the computer for...
Sylvie: Chapter Nine
The morning greeted her with less pain in the legs but more in the head. A headache had taken up residence, likely due to the dreams she'd been having. In one, Bruce didn't make it to the party room in time and she'd been forced to dance while the...
Sylvie: Chapter Eight
The bus ride to work was interesting insofar as at one stop a group of rowdy and drunk soccer fans climbed aboard, rode for a block, then hopped off before one of them threw up. The rest of the passengers shared nervous looks and chuckles, including...