"Just who the fuck do you think you are?!" Running, Arthur was running so fast he couldn't believe it. City lights were curving and springing in his vision. His thoughts were drops of watercolor paints falling into way too much water, frail, thin, and overpowered. "FUCK YOU!! GET OVER HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" Away!! Get away!! Jake was danger, nothing but...
"It's time for your 4 o'clock Dr. Roberts" Fabian O' Patrick, Dr. Robert's secretary said, quietly poking his head through the door of your office. "Yes send them in." Leon Roberts said adjusting his papers on the desk. His 2:30 appointment had left quite the mess in his office. Patrick nodded and opened the door. In walked a tall man who...
Although this stands alone as a GM espionage story, it also is a sequel to "Last Call"; This is a completed, four-chapter novella and will finish posting by 25 August 2017. ***** "The flat above the garage is just about ready, if you want to move in there, Mr. Clarke." I looked up at the back corner of the old Turkish-style compound on the street above th...
Twilight had set over the remote Puntacana resort beach on the Dominican Republic's southern coast, where the boyish, baking body of the young American tourist, Danny, had been staked out on a beach lounge under a palm tree all day. He watched the berry-brown Dominican beach attendant, all hulky muscle and graceful movement tidy up the beach area for the nig...
I had walked by the theater four or five times trying to get up my nerve to buy a ticket and go in. My dry mouth and nervousness was getting worst with every passing second. I had heard about this place from the older guys at school. According to them they played dirty movies and guys would watch them and jack off while they did. They also said that if your...
It was Friday around Christmas time, and my buddy and I been out for the day, doing our own things but met up at around 5 as we were driving out of town to catch a jazz show at the University. It was only a 2-hour drive. The time was spent smoking cigarettes and talking as we always did. About half-way there, his van had engine trouble, forcing us into a sma...
My neighborhood pal Dennis and I had grown up together, goading and daring each other into lots of stupid boy-type stuff. I recall one warm summer night while we were out riding bikes, I dared him to ride out to the lemon shed with his fly open and his dick hanging out. We just did stupid adolescent stuff like that as we were growing up. Anyway, after gradu...
Brenda was really confused. Her family kept pestering her and telling her she should settle down and start a family. They didn't like her boyfriend at all. "That Simon seems like a right fag! He's a total weirdo, going around in his bare feet and everything!" admonished Brenda's brother Jim, himself a very talented college athlete. Her family were also co...
Hi everyone, just dusting out the cobwebs a little and trying a new kind of informal voice in this story. Let me know if you would like to see this one continue. --- The thing nobody told me about turning eighteen is that everything stays the same. There are, of course, a few things you can do when you're eighteen that you couldn't before, but unless some...
I had purchased my first ounce of pot. Well, to be exact, I still owed Michael for the ounce, but it was just a matter of getting to the bank and cashing a check. Today was Friday, and the bank was already closed and wouldn't be open again until Monday. Michael said not to worry about it. He trusted that I would get the money back to him. The purchase of the...