“Do you like Mr. Overo?” she asked, writing down a math equation like she had asked about addition.

“Well, ummm, we have a sort of relationship,” she paused. “We are very close and don’t tell anybody this, but we have been on a date.”

“Sounds to me like you’re dating,” the student murmured. Kennedy, her names was. Mrs Ramira knew she had a tendency to gossip. But this was certainly a rumor that wo...

"You've got the job.” The principal said as he handed me my classroom keys. "Thank you so much." I said with glee as I took them out of his hands. "You are very welcome, but there is one thing you must know."

"Yes?" I said with slight confusion in my voice. "I know we have many good looking teachers at our school, and you may have trouble holding yourself back, but coworkers are not allowed to d...

The shop bell rang. Albus walked in and sniffed. The air in Needle, Hook & Spindle was weighed with cinnamon and lanolin. Women and little girls were knitting or squeezing skeins of yarn. Immediately he felt the laser pull of the yarn shop’s proprietress’ eyes. Squaring his shoulders, Albus beelined for Rowena. As he approached the counter, Rowena turned away and dealt with a customer. Albus twirl...

“Ms. DuPont, I meant to bring my English project in today, I really did! It’s just… well… I guess I was so busy this morning that it slipped my mind.” I set my final stack of graded tests for the day on my desk, and look at my student. “Evelyn, I understand life is full of distractions and is usually pretty crazy.” I notice her chest drops and she smiles. “Yes, exactly. And of course I’ll br...

"That man has a lot of nerve," Anais said, her head resting on my bare chest as she gently caressed the bushel of hair above my waistline.

I shrugged my shoulders and kissed her gently on the top of her head, my lips tasting her silky smooth brown hair, my nose gaining a rush of fresh strawberry. Good lord this woman smelled like a goddess, every bit of her.

"He's the principal. I think at this...

“Ms. Williams?” a student asked me with tears rolling down her eyes. “Oh, yes, what's wrong?” I asked in a worried voice. “Hey Lauren, I'll take this one if you’d like?” Mr.Wilson suggested while smiling at me. Me. Wilson, his first name was Michael. He was my first high school boyfriend I had ndcdr stopped loving him, until our principal found out about our affair in the staff bathroom....

“Don’t get attached.”

Our company’s motto.

I always found it a bit ironic, being that we literally and physically needed to stay attached to survive.

Our job is epically joyful, but we need to take it seriously. We risk our lives and that of our patrons by harnessing up, and diving head-first at 30,000 feet.

We are tandem skydive trainers, and that fateful summer, I learned how to fly. I had n...

I’m… I’m not sure what I was thinking.

I could see the trouble coming — every red flag I had ever tried to exacerbate to one of my girlfriends about their own man troubles was apparent, and I kept going.

I heard about him before I ever saw him. In the sleepy little school of 500 kids tucked far, far away from civilization, news of a newcomer buzzed around the kids in the halls, sauntering compl...

Geselle Goodwin was as sweet as her name. She wore bows on every thing she could and swore only in oath to keep a promise. Springtime and cookies were two of her favorites, but ask Geselle and she’d say everything was her favorite. She spoke in affirmations and soft questions, and listened with nothing ever less than a smile. She’d spent so many years as a Home Ec teacher, even her hair began to s...

Mrs. Applebum was thrilled to be back in the classroom. After several years of retirement, the novelty of being home all day wore off. She missed the kids. She missed math. She missed the paycheck. She decided to teach one more year and use that money to pay for the cruise to Antarctica she'd always dreamed of.

She waved at a few familiar faces who greeted her warmly as she started to decorate he...