This story is completely true and happened exactly as presented. I changed nothing but the names. Good little witch's honor. * It was a hot 3-day weekend in 1979. I think it was the 4th of July. (Ooh, I sounded like Chicago for a minute there.) To take advantage of the time off, our friends decided to have a pig roast. My husband-to-be and his older broth...
No serving police officer could ever write this story so I can only write it now from the haven of retirement. It was made very clear to us at the time that this file was sealed forever and not a word of these events should ever come out but I think I am safe now. The only way they could censure me over revealing these things is by admitting that the story w...
Don chose the perfect moment to tell us about the cunt book. The second pitcher of sangria was empty. So were the dinner plates, except for a few charred pieces of barbecued lake fish and slicks of vinaigrette shimmering in the light of the citronella candles. We certainly needed a nudge to keep the fantasy going: that we'd invited Meg and Trevor over for t...
(FORBIDDEN) Somewhere under that giant blue quilt over there my boyfriend Gavin is curled up having innocent dreams. I can hear him whispering to himself. He often does that when hes sleeping. I sometimes wake up in the darkness to hear snatches of his confused conversation. I can never make out whole sentences. Just the occasional word. Its almost 4....
Harry listened to his tires squeal as he made the long, sharp right turn down the ramp and onto the street below. As he completed the turn and merged onto the street he immediately noticed the bare slab where he remembered the cheap hotel used to be. He remembered watching the line of people move back and forth across the street between the cheap hotel and t...
"You know I don't like you going over on the west side, Jamie." "That's where the work is, Ma." "None of the young men are going over there. It's not safe. The police told us that we should avoid that area of town until they find out why young men have disappeared there. It was someone delivering pizzas just a few days ago. Before that it was a mailman. An...
{Each night I come home late, sleep. I get up, go to work. I come home, clean up and go to the clubs. Now I drive to other cities, check the clubs there. I know Alene's last name, I call information over and over, one town after another. I know I made a mistake. I don't know why. I don't know why. I don't know why.} How in the hell did I end up like th...
Kind words re-invigorate a marriage. This happy tale was inspired by a great Literotica story I read recently, "Summer School" by BumbleCat. Check it out. ^^^ Bob walked stiffly down the carpeted hall of his house. He paused to stretch and the fifty-nine-year-old complained, "Oh, my aching back." He entered the kitchen jonesing for his morning coffee a...
Based in part on events in the life of a friend... My name is Nancy Porter and I'm writing this journal because my therapist said it would be "crucial to my recovery" and anything that might get me out of here quicker is alright by me. Also, I'm considering writing a book about the last couple of years of my life, so maybe I can use this along with my diar...
They were predicting violence in the streets and she had found a man. "Those your dolls?" He asked gruffly as she shut the door behind him. The porcelain dolls were standing and sitting, neatly organized on shelves screwed into the wall over her bed. They were similar in that they all had curly hair. They were different by hair color and dress. "Uh-huh," sh...