Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. I never used to believe that saying about bad things coming in threes. But when I lost my wife and my job in the same week, I began to wonder what was going to hit me next. There's nothing like hindsight. Often after the fact you can look back and tell yourself you should have seen it coming. But I was honestl...
I was 19 years old when I returned home from college in the summer of 1976. A lot about me had changed in the nine months I had been away, both physically and emotionally. Leaving home the previous August a pudgy kid who had spent his teenage years unsuccessfully chasing girls, I was now a fairly well built young man who had discovered a new world when sedu...
--for lcwarctic Many years later, as I moved to the retirement planet, I remembered the day they ruled that men could no longer have cunts. I smiled. I knew where that came from. In November 2310 I turned 18, went out and got drunk, got laid, and put a down-payment on a 2956 Chevaaz MX-90. Then I looked around for what else I could do! Hey, when you're fuc...
Lance had not left the house in three weeks. Even so, the freezer remained stocked to overflowing with those thrown-together concoctions that, in other parts of the country were called casseroles, but here were called "Minnesota hot dishes". There was one, he knew, that contained soggy tater tots. Well meaning friends had dropped by for the first three days,...
[Your ratings and comments (positive and negative) are always appreciated and keep me going. I would love to hear what you think and I welcome tips and suggestions. Thank you and hope you enjoy! ] ----- Metal clinked against glass making the sound of church bells, and Owen was standing in the middle of a church hall, or a cathedral; he didn't know. It wa...
It was a warm and sunny Saturday in July so I followed my usual routine. I showered and shaved and after surfing the internet had some lunch then put on my swimming trunks and sunglasses and headed to the apartment complex pool. Every time I walk through the pool area I am conscious of the looks the girls give me. Or to be more precise: the non-looks. They...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "We were on a hiking trip up in the Pennines," Troy began quietly after the waitress had taken our order. The coffee shop, which was hidden away among a few takeaways and convenience stores across the road from the college, was deserted in spite of the time of day. He asked, "I don't suppos...
Imagine a large dark room filled with entrancing electronic music punctuated by flashing lights. Deep bass throbs in the ear. On the dance floor a meadow of arms and legs sway in the audio breeze, and despite ample air-conditioning the atmosphere is rich with sweat and sex. Somewhere in that primordial sea of bodies I dance. Topless, sweaty, and with what I'...
Note on Language: This is a story about two blokes who are from northern England. While I've toned it down a little, there's a lot of linguistic references in this story which might take some explaining, especially in the dialogue. It might help to know that "Nowt" and "Summat" are "nothing" and "something", that "da" and "fatha" both mean "father", that "...
Daniel had walked a good three miles southwest on Highway 411 out of Maryville, Tennessee, southeast of Knoxville, before he decided to try what he'd been told was surefire success in getting him a hitch. He wanted to get as far away from Knoxville as fast as he could. Every time he saw a white Ford 150 truck, he nearly dove into the bushes at the side of th...