It is one of the curious mysteries of architecture that, no matter how tall a building may be, it will never have a thirteenth floor. That does not mean that there are no buildings taller than twelve floors, there are of course many. But, even a building as tall as one hundred floors, will always skip the thirteenth floor and head straight for the fourteenth...
CHAPTER 6 There'd been a frost overnight and there were still patches of white in the shadows as he walked around the western side of the house. The air was damp but sharp enough that he could feel it enter his lungs. A magpie hopped out from the shadows, its champagne warble bubbling out of its throat. He dropped the mattock, axe and pick next to the tree...
There she stood, her prey on the other side of the great chasm, as she calculated how exactly to get to it. All she could see was a great pair of horns through the thick wood, which, understandably, she mistook for antlers. It was not very far; she could easily leap across. After all, her hind legs were strong enough to send her over and, if necessary she co...
Teri (aka Janice) was showing the house on the shores to Nancy her long time friend. They presently stood by the pool enjoying a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Bill came out of the office when he heard two females' voices. Being curious he wanted to meet Teri's friend and fellow practitioner. Teri saw Bill approaching. Talking over Nancy's shoulder she said,...
The weekend went by really, really fast. Mark didn't get to do the long walks he had had in mind when he had left his apartment early Saturday, but he got plenty of exercise anyway. Tanya and Stephanie both made sure of that. In their presence, Mark somehow felt extra motivated. He hadn't fucked that much since that one last weekend of summer vacation back...
Prologue In The Beginning chronicled the weeks prior to graduation day, 1963. A lot has happened since, at Islands Estates. Some have moved away, some have moved here to stay for a while. There have been weddings, and of coarse, a divorce. We've had a birth and a death. We basked in the sun, frolicked in the rain and hunkered down during a hurricane. I wit...
First, a warning - this story is based around a "Loving wives" theme. If that gives you issues, you are going to have to grind your way to the end, some 50,000 words away before you can grumble. Ask yourself, is it really worth the effort? The second warning is, the first 2 1/2 sections are substantially the same as an earlier submission of mine "Emergence...
I started a T-shirt printing company when I was in college. Nothing fancy. Just handmade silk screens, a couple of wooden frames with card board backing and a squeegee. It was more for lack of something better to do and it kept me in pocket change. People liked the designs, the T-shirts sold, and the business kept growing. I asked a couple of friends to work...
Author's Note: It's been a couple of years since I posted a story on Lit. Most of my stories are inspired by true events, but are liberally embellished by my imagination. This story, however, is completely true – every word of it, to the best of my recollection. It starts out a bit slowly to develop the context, but if you'll stay with me, I think you'll see...
When Kara Daniels was growing up, she would pray every winter for a blinding blizzard that would dump a whole mountain of snow on the entire town and make them cancel school. That way she could stay home and do whatever SHE wanted to do for a change instead of what her parents, her teachers and everyone else wanted her to do. Sometimes the snowfall would be...