My eyes went to the water of the harbor just below and to the right of where I was sitting on a sultry, glorious evening in the Mediterranean. There, between the bows of two bobbing small yachts, I saw them in the water and smiled to myself—two spent condoms, floating there, like gelatinous jelly fish, on the surface of the slightly oil-slicked water. Had I...
Cormac stepped quickly down the winding stairs. His shoes clicked on the old stone floors and the small windows let in beams of light from the bright summer day outside. He scowled at the cheeriness of the day as he finally reached the bottom floor of his house, if you could call it that. He had inherited the mansion from a long line of family members, whom...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. This is the second installment of my first...
This is the last, and longest, of the stories that I had already written prior to joining Lit. I hope you enjoy it, if you do please comment, if you don't, please comment. I have started a new story, straight, that I will be posting soon so please look out for it and let me know what you think. Thanks, UKD * It was wet and it was windy, the only excuse t...
I couldn't believe all the shit that I had just gone through in the last six months. My emotions were fried and I snapped. Sitting in the intensive care room watching someone that I loved deeply hang on to life by a thread might've been the last straw had he not come to life right in front of me. That, was the last straw... I can still here all the nurses...
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I arrived at my office the next day to find an envelope on my desk with my name written on it in neat, if rather florid, handwriting. It read "Robert" which was slightly odd because everyone at work calls me Rob. My ex-wife used to call me Robert, although it was inva...
This is a seven-chapter GM novella that is completed and will post within about a month from the posting of the first chapter. ***** They had been told they needed to hurry, but George didn't seem to be in all that much of a hurry. He and Cosmo were alone in the office now. Others had been leaving for a couple of hours before, unsettled by the reports of t...
This is my first submission and also my first ever attempt to write a story like this. It was written in a single day, so it may have some mistypes despite my revision. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send in your comments. They will be warmly appreciated. This story is purely fictional. Any coincidence with living or deceased persons is pure coincid...
Hey everyone!!! Sorry for not posting for a long time. I meant to write a lot more but my bosses decided that overtime is actually a good thing. First of all, I need to say thank you to Drenkara for helping straighten out what I wanted to do with this story. It's too bad that life had to get busy before I finished, but thank you for your help. Next, thank...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...