"Hi and good morning, I'm Lucca from the IT department." I said as I shook the big wig's hand. "I got an email that there was an issue with this meeting room's equipment?" "Yes, I need to give this presentation that I have saved on my laptop. I have it connected to the cord for it show up on the TV, but the screen is staying blank." I suppressed a groan as...
It's Friday and I'm fidgety and in a bad mood. Part of it may be that I haven't had a chance to confirm with Crispin. Saving him from bullying is mostly keeping Jay and them distracted from that crowd, which means a lot of clowning and talking loudly about random shit whenever Crispin or one of his friends walk by. I can't get close to him, but I have this h...
Author's Long-Winded Note: Hello all! Well, I feel like I owe everyone an apology and an explanation. First, I'm sorry that I've dropped the story. Secondly, as for an explanation, my mom, some time ago, was diagnosed with Progressive Supria Nuclear Palsy, which is a degenerative neurological disorder. I had to move her closer to me and also had to take awa...
TURNED OUT ON A BET, PT. 3 In which the best-laid clans of men often go astray The Seventh-Inning Stretch How does the saying go?--The balls have reasons that reason itself knows not of? I was in a funk. Mess hall coffee tastes even worse when your head spins with an impossible scheme. It was a simple question, really: How do I stretch the asshole of an u...
I'm not sure if even the National Weather Service was prepared for how much snow would fall that week in February. Their numbers were way off and the Montana valley where The Fox Chase Inn was nestled was crippled by at least four feet of snow. It was the worst winter in ten years, or so the locals said. Not that I cared. I wasn't going anywhere. More bad...
Author's Note - This chapter is a direct continuation of New Life Ch. 05. If you haven't read it, please go back and give it a quick read. If you're all caught up, have at it. Thanks for reading, voting, and comment. ***** The sound of lawnmowers woke me the next morning, still fully dressed. My shoes were off, and nowhere to be seen. A blanket had been pl...
Chapter One The small man trembled with fear as he stood outside the inner office. His boss would not be happy hearing the news that he carried about another failed mission and another dead operative. The man wished that this message was not his to deliver, but wishing would not change anything. His hand reached out and softly knocked on the inner office do...
*Hello! I have a few chapters of this finished, but I will try to release them one every two weeks, so I will have time to finish further chapters. I'm working on a few other things, and I'm pretty busy with finals, but don't worry. I wont post anything that I'm not completely sure I can finish. All characters are 18+* * My lips were sealed. Sealed aroun...
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
(Author's Note: This is the third installment in the brownstone series. In reading order it is Michael, chapters 1 and 2, Charles chapters 1,2 and 3.) * When I woke up I was in my bed. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt. The nausea I felt earlier reared its ugly head and within a moment of being awake I started throwing up. Peter just held my...