T Was a Bopper-A Real Show Stopper (for Dreamshell, who asked me to continue the world of T a bit longer) * A real show stopper, me, and what a rattyworld, but ace was there for me together with Sin and Trinity and we got to getting some prayer life on, for here is the adorable me, with out adolescent pimples finally at long last. Rotting world needing bl...
It rained piss for an hour. A rain so stinking and warm it could be nothing less than the very putrid bowel of Hell pouring urination upon this shore. The lost souls, huddled together in the darkness upon the pier, jabbered in their mindless way about the fact that they were getting wet. Naked, dead, and in Hell and they still find the so very human wherew...
The clang of the iron gate sounded like a death knell. We had sweated in the prison bus and were now awaiting orders in the unrelenting heat in the induction building. I had landed in this country just three days ago, intending to buy a large camper van to tour for a couple of months. I approached the airport Bureau de change but the shutters were down. "...
The cot in the room behind the guard's room at Hollins Prison was narrow, but it fit young, below-average-height inmate Ricky and not as young, taller, and more muscular guard Tate. The proof of that was that Tate was managing to lie on top of Ricky without either of them being dumped to the floor. Ricky was panting, tongue flicking out of his mouth and grim...
Chapter 36: Voice of Mercy SLAM Another day, another line of questioning, and another look of sheer hatred from the young blonde male as the heat lamps blare down on him once again. Nigel shook his head as he looked through the glass wall between him and his 'guest'. Erin looked sadly at Merrick. His complexion looks terrible -- there are red blotches alon...
It was just a moment in time. At least David thought it had been no longer than that, but every time he thought back on it, it seemed like it had rolled on forever, long enough for him to see the look in everyone's eyes and to analyze what they were thinking. Paolo Flores, the mixed Portuguese-Bantu Mestico young man who was his assistant in translating the...
The officer looked over the prisoner standing in front of him. The man was over six feet tall, with jet-black hair, which was cut high and tight, and golden-tanned skin. His head was lowered, and the officer could see the well-defined cables of neck muscles. The large man looked well-fed and finely-muscled, a very unusual state for most of the prisoners he w...
I stepped a little bit too hard on the brake but I wanted to make sure I wasn't speeding. From my college days I knew this piece of crap country town was a speed trap. It had been years and years since my ticket here but I never forgot how awful that feeling was, especially on a college budget. I crested the hill and saw the police car parked on the side of...
I woke to the quiet whir of moving air. Lying with my head on my pillow, I listened to my breathing. Or was it mine? The sound of scraping metal caused my eyes to open. It was very dark. I turned my head lightly and saw a dim light reflecting off the bars. Just past the light, I thought I detected a shape. It was the guard; he had stopped at my cell. I coul...
I bowed my head as the judge stared down from his chair to me. "I cannot believe that somebody without any previous convictions could have snapped the way you did over one small comment," he began. "But sir..." I started to reply. "Silence!!" The judge roared. "No matter what he said, or did, you had no right to leave him fighting for his life in hospital...