We are in the centre of the maze. The summerhouse is before us. There is a clear space, maybe fifty feet wide all the way around and we are spaced out around the circumference. Bridge is to my right, with Mario beyond him and Serif at the quarter position. To my left are Sam, Alex and Taz. Presumably the rest are on the far side of the summerhouse. Everyone...
The sweltering summer heat slammed into me the second I opened my car door. There was no breeze, despite the shimmering lake that sprawled out around the small, exclusive neighborhood. Even without the breeze, I could smell the rank scent of blood and savaged intestines, mingling with the oily body odor of the seven grossly overweight cops standing idly arou...
6th Street Early Saturday morning Steven rolls his wheelchair out of Stubbs and rolls down 6th street and heads to the warehouse district. He bought a condo in one of the renovated buildings a few years ago when it was the hipster thing to do. A quiet industrial place that gives him inspiration for working on his steam punk style art. As he goes into the b...
This is a work of fiction. Since the two of us normally have a heavy travel schedule, Doug had gone to Texas to visit some customers and in the same week I had gone to Wisconsin to do the same. When you are on the road as a salesman there is a lot of downtime at night. I am certain it was different for me as I am just an employee, but since Doug runs his ow...
Dinner at the Sforza household was always a formal affair, being the ruling Ducal family over Milan, and most of the known world as far as they were concerned, they felt entitled to only the finest. It was generally a stilted thing, quiet and painfully polite, but tonight the eldest son's future hung in the balance, and he had other plans. "The Countess De...
Hello, there. My name is Samuel Xavier. I have a story to share with you. I see a lot of Black men and white men these days at each other's throats. They fight over both Black women and white women. They fight over politics, real estate, race, sex and money. What if they joined forces? That's what this story is all about. Please read on. Ever since he was yo...
Hello. Welcome to the story, I do address you dear reader, thanks for clicking and all that. Just wanted to say that if you want a quick masturbation session then don't read this, it's hopefully going to be a bit more detailed and in multiple sections. There will be slightly more than a two dimensional character, all I can promise is that sex will eventually...
Jacob let his pen roll across his desk without stopping it. He didn't care enough to grab it. He was bored beyond words as he waited for the day to attempt to entertain him. The small ballpoint making its short lived escape was the most action he had experienced all morning. Mentally drifting to other activities that he could be engaged in a soft smile cross...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
Rick could hear the rich tones of Jason Jenkins' speech to his volunteers in the bull pen down the hall over the nearer-to-hand grunts of Herald Hastings. The young college student's belly was pressed into the Xerox machine flap in the copy machine at campaign headquarters, and the candidate's chief of staff was crouched over his rump, hands grasping his hip...