My name is Nelson Johnstone and this is my story or part of it at least. I am one of those uber computer geeks more than anything else. I am thirty years old, six foot tall and weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds with brown hair and eyes. Not in too bad of shape though a little more exercise wouldn't hurt. Rather hard to do when you're working twelve h...
This is a Summer Lovin' Contest Entry All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. Please vote for my story. * A hot summer day in Detroit versus a warm summer day in the Hamptons, this story is an abbreviated parody, a scaled down, modern-day version, and a stretch of Charles Dicken's A Tale of Two Cities. Depending if you w...
THE MEETING "Bruce, I'm glad you could arrange to meet me here this evening. I know the lateness of the hour may be inconvenient, but I think I have something that will help us both." "Dr. Gama, I was rather surprised at your call for this meeting, and especially for you wanting it to be confidential, and not for me to tell anyone, especially my wife about...
Farisa awakened as the morning sun shone past the partially open door. She gently slipped out of Afsoon's embrace and padded to the entrance expecting their breakfast had been delivered. What she found was something wrapped in a blanket lying beside two lances of the type carried by General Risay's Palace Guard. She quickly hid the items behind a drapery an...
My name is David. I'm a young black man attending Harvard Medical School. I've also been blessed and cursed with the Gift of Telepathy. The ability to read people's minds. It's a power that has come in handy more times than I can count. I discovered it a long time ago, and I've always kept it to myself. When you're a telepath, you know many things about peop...
The name is Steve. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. My friend Wendy came by my house for a visit one Saturday night and things got kind of crazy. I liked it, though. Wendy and I go way back, folks. We met when we were both students at Bay State University in downtown Boston. Fast...
'Twas a time of kings, Kind Edward IV, Richard III, Henry VII, and the self-professed King William. Happy that Henry was finally home with her, Emma looked forward to having a good night's sleep. It's been a long time since she's slept through the night without waking up screaming. She hoped that she wouldn't have the disturbing dreams, horrible nightmares,...
Sadjams: Making Do in the Rustbelt Ch.2 Cucumber Melancholy Ian and Elaine [The Ideals and Incidents of Platonic Sensuality] Elaine. We'd be almost best friends if either of us were into that kind of thing. Too much commitment. Too much hierarchy. Elaine lives the life of a nice girl, or appears to by the standards of folks around here. In actuality, sh...
She swirled the martini in her glass, made the right way with vermouth and gin. The one olive moved with the tiny waves she was creating. The speakeasy was close to her rented room, not the most posh place she'd ever settled for a drink, but not the dingiest, either. Looking around, she could see that it used to be a nice building. The mirror behind the bar...
Author's Note: As always, any feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is much appreciated. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear * "LIVES WELL-LIVED" The house lights in the hotel conference center dimmed. A spotlight flitted across the stage, resting finally on the solitary figure at the podium. Her sequined black dres...