Miles stared intently at the Sharpie pen clenched so tightly in his grip that his knuckles were blanched white, at the lined notebook opened to a fresh, new page. It was college ruled, perforated, with exactly thirty-three blue lines running horizontally across each page. He'd studied it with such intensity, such scrutiny, noting every detail about it that h...
It was the third day of a new school year at Fort Lewis College. As I went to the Reed library, where I was talking to Marj Gomez the library administrative assistant on whats new. Afterwards I went to the restroom. On the stall wall of the restroom was some graffiti and one that read, "A happy camper is a guy who has a cock up his ass and a smile on his f...
A journey into a disturbing strangeness that would change this traveller's life... This city, they say, is variously five-hundred to five-thousand years old. It was built on the tumulus of earlier cities that had decayed in upon themselves, just as this one is gradually dissolving into the mounds and swells of their remains. Ribs of palaces grow organically...
It was 5pm when Mark's mom and sister pulled up in their van to drop Mark off after the weekend family reunion at the farm. Gus had texted Aaron and let him know that while he appreciated the invite, he was going to pass on dinner for tonight so Aaron and Mark could spend some time together. It was just two days ago that Mark, after three years of silence, h...
3 Asmodaios *** How foolish I was. I should have known better—and I did, though I was beginning to doubt my wisdom. I should not have followed Azarias out of Egypt, but curiosity got the best of me. Undoubtedly, I thought I could restrain myself; how wrong was I...? It was only my second encounter with him in the library and I already lost any semblan...
Connor was eventually kicked out of the room and was forced to wait in the waiting room until visiting hours started again. It was six in the morning and he hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep the whole night, when he saw Dalton walking towards the front desk. He held his jacket and was forced to wear his bloody clothes he had been wearing during the crash. He h...
*This chapter was a bit disturbing even for me, and i cried a bit while i was writing it. all characters are 18+ I don't think anyone will enjoy this chapter, except maybe the end, but be cheerful, good things will come, for this is not the last chapter, but the penultimate one.* * I woke up in a room that was cold, and pitch black...and I wasn't alone....
Son sees his father having gay sex with Santa Claus. Because of what I saw Christmas morning, now every time I hear, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, I substitute Daddy for Mommy and kissing with blowing. That song has new meaning for me, after I saw my Dad blowing Santa Claus. A true vindication, it was shocking, revealing, and comical. Let me start from t...
Thank you all for your kind comments on the story, and I apologize to you for the long wait for this chapter. In order to get a bit more of the story out to you, this chapter is a little shorter than planned, but I hope to have the next installment completed soon. Enjoy. Chapter 9: Rabbit Skin Aarmaan smelled the sea. He turned his head to the breeze trav...
Sometimes, going home with the wrong guy can be a mistake, a terrible mistake... * It started out a lousy day. And it just keeps getting worse. I meet him in a bar for the poor, the stupid and the stinky. I'm sat there drinking, thinking, sinking, feeling low, hungry, depressed and far from home, wondering what I'm going to be doing once tonight is through...