I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi's Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said "Clifford Jenkins" with "New York" written under it. That was me. But I wasn't be...
The little office was cramped and cluttered, and the tall ginger youth who seemed to be in charge had to move a few boxes of disposable coffee cups aside before he could shut the door. Once we were alone I could tell how nervous he was: he'd clearly never had to deal with a problem like me on one of his shifts. His name badge announced that he was called El...
Chapter Fifteen - Collared Snake Walking into a ring never felt like this. Johnny was sure he was different, and the world was a different place, too. It had to be true what songs and whatnot said about love giving you wings and all that. For a while, he had thought that he would care less. But the soonest he jumped the ropes, into the cage, he knew that w...
Marc pulled his suitcase into the parlor of Waverton with his eyes firmly on the Turkish rugs. Unable to manage a glance up at the carved grand staircase he had been thinking about for two months, he shuffled across the carpets towards the front desk. He should've canceled the trip and eaten the five hundred dollar deposit. "Reservation for Rosini," he gru...
Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away. These days, that no longer bothers m...
Douglas Carver looked up from his desk as Dillon came barreling into the oak-paneled office first thing the next morning. His father looked almost frightened by the sheer rage coursing through Dillon’s veins, but Dillon could have cared less. It was time he and his dad had a little chat. It didn’t take Doug long to recover from his initial surprise. “Good m...
(This is a repost of the chapters I've previously posted. I misspelled Yorick's surname, how I managed to do that I have no idea. It was a terrible mistake that I needed to correct or be shamed forever. The good news, Is that chapters 1 and 2 are now one entity. The bad news is that Chapter 3 will be posted as soon as I find time. I'm still editing it like...
No sex? Was that a thing you could do after you sleep with someone? I stared unbelievingly at Shane, unsure how I should move forward. "Okay," I spoke slowly. "Just out of curiosity, what made you come to this conclusion?" "Because I like you and I want things to work. Whatever we did before wasn't working. If we're going to do this, I want to do it ri...
Copyright Neonurotic The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # 'Can I ask you a question without you taking it the wrong way' was one o...
It's a late Friday night and I'm feeling it bad, making the rounds with my pool cue, lookin' for a game and some possible action. The local place, Lefty's is about half full but not too jumping. No one at the table. Well, hell If you ain't got no one to play with, you might as well play with yourself. I move to the table and rack for a solitary game of 8-ba...