Left*o*vers For the hell of it I went on line and typed in the word leftover. What I came up with was both funny and disturbing. There were over 7,000,000 hits. Now, I like to surf the web, but I was not going to waste a beautiful Saturday afternoon going to every link. So I copied down some interesting facts, and thought I would pass them along. The word...
A welcome relief from two months of the yawning black of deep space, the magical colours of the Rainbow nebula filled the upper deck porthole of Carlo's sleek black freighter. He was still far too far away to see the Rainbow itself but the signal from the hotel's deep space beacon was unfaltering on the deck's instrument panel. The signal faithfully guided t...
Chapter 6: No Time for Goodbye Morning came and went like most mornings in an armed camp; tents were broken down, the string of protective wards were re-bundled and weapons were sharpened while those who'd completed their assigned tasks took care of basic hygiene. For the wounded, it was having their bandages checked and redressed as needed, insisting they...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is inspired by Alice Sebold's best-selling novel "The Lovely Bones," which is about a 14-year-old girl who is brutally murdered by a neighbor and the effects her death has on her friends and family. It is one of the most disturbing, most difficult and, ultimately, one of the most memorable books I've ever read. There are a few pla...
Fall evaporated into winter, then the spring rains soaked us for weeks making road construction next to impossible. Finally the warm breezes of the summer of 1967, allowed us to move full speed ahead on the project. Lots were selling briskly, and houses seemingly sprang from the earth along the man made canals. The commercial hub of the community had also s...
I'm frozen. Not cold, but immobile. I can hear the sounds of morning downstairs. Children clatter in the kitchen and a television shouts cartoons into an empty lounge room. Something akin to fear grips me and holds me pinned to the warm bed. I can't even speak to call out to Lisa who I can hear singing in the ensuite shower. My breath comes in ragged shallow...
(If you haven't read part one of my memoir you should probably start there) Brent had surprised me by being home as I had not expected his return from college until the following week. The Andersons had planned a welcome home party for him at that time, and while driving back with Danny I had wondered how I would attend both the party and see Danny again...
I want the thank slams69 for the ideas contained in this story. I took it a bit farther than their suggestions, but I think they enjoyed the result. Please provide feedback and don't forget to vote, 5's are always welcomed. Chapter 3 The next morning Julie's entire body was aching with the most glorious tenderness. Her nipples and pussy throbbed with the m...
Not long after the events described in Winning the Golden Ticket, I came across an online dating profile that stated the following: **** USERNAME: GangBanger1950 ABOUT ME: I'm looking to arrange a gangbang at a motel. Minimum 10 guys. I want you to fuck every hole I have, especially my arse. I want to suck your cocks and for you to come all over me and r...
Jake and Amanda's engagement party was just as boring as Zoe had thought it would be. The two of them were so... Pretentious. They made sure to mention how expensive their selection of champagne was, how they'd imported caviar from France and cheese from Italy. It was pretty safe to say that she was going to have to spend half a freakin' paycheck buying some...