My wife, Laurie, and I sat on the folding chairs in our back yard, drinking wine and enjoying the Sunday afternoon sun. I had barbecued some burgers for lunch, and we had spent the whole day just relaxing. We had a house in a nice suburban neighborhood, surrounded on most sides by trees, which gave us our own little garden oasis. Laurie had her eyes closed...
While I did have plans to go beyond the initial chapter of Stuck this has grown into something more than I was expecting, after Somebody That I Used To Know I wanted to stay in the mindset of those characters but obviously avoid a lot of the hardships. Ironically this final chapter of Stuck is going to feature a lot of them with the aftermath of the car cras...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
The summer between my second and third years at the university I lived at home and delivered newspapers on the outskirts of the large city of Overbrook. It was hard work getting up at three despite the weather. We all gathered at an all night grocery to fold the papers and load our cars. Every morning it was the same routine. Occasionally the truck that brou...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL 70. Day Dreaming Stephano was sitting by Patty's side, when he felt a h...
Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy? A Romantic Revenge Story My special thanks to Szilvi, who fixed my grammatical mistakes and edited the first half of my story so well. The next five chapters part was fixed by my acquaintance from the scientific area where I work, unfortunately he died and abroadwarrior from Canada. The story is a...
This is a story about a young Marine Corps pilot during the era between the Korean War and the Viet Nam War. Reading the previous parts will lead to a better understanding of the plot and the characters. * First Lieutenant Melissa McDermott sat at her desk reading a draft of the Annual Personnel Status Report for the Air Wing. There was a rap on her door....
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
THE FIRST GLIMPSE I ever had of the girl was her naked arse. I'd been leading Wilful, my donkey, round the side of the barn when I heard smothered squeals and the flunk of a hand striking bare flesh. Trim, round and reddened from the impact of the farmer's hand it pointed solidly toward the evening sky as he held her bent over a saw-horse; legs spread, her...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some d...