Summertime in the tourist town of Speculator, New York back in the early 70's. *** The door was locked and the lights had just gone out in the little convenience store on Main Street in Speculator, New York. It had been a lousy day business-wise, what with the steady rain that had fallen all day in the sleepy tourist town, and now owner Red O'Brien had ano...
As Rob slogged through an icy squall in the dark on the way back to his dorm from the college library, where he'd been finishing his term paper on The Muffled Queer Voices of Colonial America, he took the opportunity to utter some choice words under his breath as well. "It's fucking cold!" A popular turn of phrase, notably among his teammates in JV football,...
My best friend Jacob had coaxed me into joining him on his exploration of an abandoned home on the edge of our small town. It was common practice in our town that nobody approached it, through fear of what they would find inside; but, that didn't stop Jacob. Instead, it encouraged him, and because I was his best friend he knew that I was the one that had to...
The day started out in the upper-70s and the temperature hasn't even started to rise yet. It's going to be a very hot day, in more way than one. My wife's sister married a manly-man, a former hockey player and party boy. A day laborer named Chuck. He's never held a job for long and he seems to do the same thing with women. He was caught cheating on my wife...
It had been eight years since I left my hometown. I left at eighteen for college and stayed away. I'd often thought of going back, but something kept me away. I missed the narrow streets and the whitewashed storefronts and the sound of the ocean lapping on the pale sand, but there were other things I didn't miss. I'd traveled far, across the ocean, to Engl...
by PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (This is the final, author-approved version of this story. It contains a few additions and minor corrections to spelling and punctuation. The authors hope you enjoy it.) Copyright, 2010. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced by any means, electronic or otherwise, without express permission of the authors...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. ***** Sooner or later, if you drive often enough, you will climb into your car one morning, put the fob near the ignition, press the button and ... ... nothing. You try it again. Nothing. Then again. Maybe the battery in the fob has gone dead. The car still won't start. You stare...
Petyr entered the tastefully decorated ballroom and paused as he took in the polished marble floors and the string quintet in the corner. He immediately ignored the simpering looks of the diamonds of the first water who seemed able to sniff out the men with the largest incomes. The Cunningham's ball was a bore. As quickly as possible he retreated to the on...
BRENDAN I was pissed no doubt about it. "I still don't know why I have to waste a perfectly good Friday night helping at a soup kitchen" I bragged. "You know I hate it as much as you do." ensured my dad. I sighed annoyingly at my dad, of course he would say that, mom has him by the gonads. I began to feel self-conscious right when my dad drove his ne...
Lost Bet 2: So That Happened. "Shit!" Leo grunted multiple times as he wormed his way through the string web to get back to the other side of his room and throw on his clothes. I cleaned my chin and clothes with a towel I found on the floor. "Who do you think it is?" Leo asked me. "How should I know, it's your house" I replied. "You don't have to be ru...