She walked the silent halls of the old manor. It was her way and all she knew for numberless days. Even her name was just a meaningless echo or a strange scribble on lifeless paper. To her eyes, the halls were as sumptuous and rich as they always have, but she could feel the pull of age and the pang of emptiness. She didn't see them walk in. "Michael, don'...
Welcome, my dear, welcome. Peace be with you as you enter my lair–excuse me, my store. Isn't it a pleasant evening? Just the right temperature: not too cold, not too warm. I can see you're a little cold, would you like a glass of brandy? Port? No? How about a cup of tea? I have some excellent blends from India. Of course, I drink tea, don't be silly. Who d...
DISCLAIMER: The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the...
You should be warned: if you're looking for a quick hit of either romance or sex, this is rather long, about 75,000 words. It travels at a non-blistering pace partly because of the subject matter -- at least in the beginning chapters -- and simply because I wanted to tell a story that took its time more than a short story typically does. If that's...
The rivalry between Burgnew University and Wallcorn State had existed for some thirty-seven years, encompassing every sport the two schools competed in. But the fiercest rivalry gestated sixteen years ago, when the two high end universities started meeting more and more frequently in the interscholastic divisional football playoffs. The heat of that rivalry...
I woke the next morning to the annoying sound of the phone ringing. I stumbled to the side of the bed, my face falling in direct sunlight, and I cursed my laziness in not closing the curtains properly the night before. I finally grabbed the phone, pulled it to my ear, and grunted. A deep voice responded briefly. "Letterbox." I responded intelligently. "Huh...
This story was created as part of a writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title "The Set" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform Now on with the story. * * * I've always loved movies. When I was a kid, my dad and I would go to a matinee every Saturday. I would...
Without rainfall and without bloodshed, the 4th of July parade ended in the Catholic Church parking lot at the opposite end of town. Dick Tracy appeared anxious to water some trees, so I parked my Ford in the shade and let my Dick loose. Screw the leash law. My Dick is well behaved. As I stood leaning against the fender watching him sniff and spray, I ponder...
Prologue May, 1981 – Bayonne, New Jersey Marty & Gloria Gloria came home from work in tears. She had been laid off unexpectedly. She chucked her purse roughly on the table and kicked her shoes off before sitting down at the kitchen table. She began to sob. They needed the money she'd brought home. It wasn't much, but it helped pay some bills. Marty hadn't...
Brent Long stood in front of the dank little shop on Dillard Street. "This must be the place," he mumbled under his breath as he pushed the door open, thinking it would be nice to be out of the October wind and rain.. He was saddened to find the inside of the shop was just as cold, damp and dark as the city street outside. Adding to the feeling, the shop w...