The characters portrayed in this story are at least eighteen years of age. It's been a while since I have come home to Maine from school. I go to college a few states over in Vermont. It's roughly a six hour drive home, and all of it is highway driving. I found out that today's class was canceled, so my three day weekend suddenly became a four day weekend....
With thanks to Darkniciad for all the red ink. * Tessa couldn't stop staring at the candy-red cock. It was red like the rest of him, red like the horns that protruded from his head. "You want it, don't you, little girl?" The Devil's mocking rumble was punctuated by a throaty laugh, the kind of laugh that would have made a bad girl squeal. But Tessa was a...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * I had been helping out at a rural branch of my uncle's Estate...
The storm had been crossing over the desert and was almost on top of us. I could see lightning strikes moving our way. We had been waiting and hoping that the kids would arrive before it got too bad out. Sometimes the Rocky Mountains were difficult for travel during good weather. I saw a flash of red coming down the street. "They're here, guys!" I opened th...
"Eight inches of snow, can you believe it!" Parrish yelled. Joseph, his little brother of eleven years, came running to the window still wiping the sleep from his eyes. Sara, their little sister who was too young to understand what all the fuss meant, still came up to the big picture window to look out. Parrish's face was close enough to the window his bre...
It is perhaps understandable that Michael Chapman learned about love from the only teacher to ever read his mind, to touch his heart -- indeed, to reach his very soul. It was prescient that she did so only when the rest of his world was asleep, blanketed in the anonymity of each day's darkest hours. For it was during these times that he felt most alone, most...
My name is Charles Harrison Javier. Friends call me C.H. I'm a big and tall, somewhat good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A couple years back, I graduated from Brockton Community High School and these days, I attend the South End Institute of Technology or S. E. I.T. My high school days were dreadfully dull but my coll...
Sorry, no sex, just a story about a guy trying to cope with an upset in his life. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is always appreciated. * My name is Steve Malone; I am fifty six, work as a retail store manager and have been married to my wife Nickole for twenty nine years. Personally, I would not trade any of those years for gold. But then ag...
I love New England. All the history, the old buildings covered in ivy, the leaves turning colors, the sports, the people. I love it all, except the weather. The winter drags on forever, and just when you think the days of knee-deep snow and dirt-covered slushy sidewalks are over, the flakes fall again. It blows. I also love my boyfriend. But just like New...
The Vauxhall Astra pulled up on the verge of the narrow road some four or five miles off the motorway and now deep in the countryside. The headlights died as the driver killed the engine and car merged into the midnight dark of its surroundings. Car doors clunked open and three figures emerged into the October night air. It was an unseasonably warm for this...