This is a story nothing serious and couldn't find an editor. Not much sex, no cuck and no BTB. Just another sad tale, but a warning the narrator is not necessarily telling the truth and his views do not necessarily reflect the author's. The object in my hand is small and seems entirely harmless. It is less than five inches long, a little over two inches...
*Author's note: This story has a political element to it, but it's not about politics. Readers tend to get rather edgy anytime I reference either politics or religion. (I've been told to both 'stop preaching' and 'go to hell you fucking atheist' from readers of the same story!) Obviously, I'm going to infuse my personal views into my characters as it would b...
V Tim IN READING what we've written to this point, one would get the impression that, as a rule, I come up with all these bright ideas and Jill docilely -- albeit enthusiastically -- goes along with them. That’s not necessarily so. In fact, if the truth be known, it's usually the other way around. There are several reasons for this, the biggest one being...
May 23rd, 2057 11:24 am PST Like a spy cloaked against its enemies, three small spiked shapes danced unnoticed by the neighboring cells floating in the culture dish. Dimmed light from the monitor lit Dr. Campbell's face while he watched the movement of the magnified sample. Computers hummed in the darkened room, providing power to the algorithms that automa...
Thank you to StormKite for your invaluable assistance. This story wouldn't have made it to the finish line without your help. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, li...
Abstract: Insurance defense attorney Mike's life takes an out-of-control tailspin when he meets beautiful young real estate agent, Janie, and buys a studio apartment. Author's Note: Hi, this is Vix *waves* This story is an entry to the 2020 April Fools' Day contest. I hope that you enjoy reading it! This is an April Fool's Day story, but it is NOT a stor...
Abstract: Nadia, a Jamaican-Canadian attorney in Manhattan, is unsure of where things are going with her lover, Rad, an older British investment banker. Meanwhile, Nadia's secretary's nephew, Jared, has an internship assisting her in the office over the winter holidays. Author's Note: This story is inspired by Oggbashan's incredible body of work on Literoti...
CHAPTER ONE: Before Sunset He decided to run the mask through two more rinse cycles than he ran with the rest of the costume. Washing the head-piece was usually the most important part of laundry day. He spent so much time breathing in his own breath through the thing that he really didn't need a three-day-old body-funk included. He knew this from experienc...
The buyout, the stock option payoff, the golden exit -- everybody says that it's a moment when dreams come true, but nobody says that your dreams die in the process. Jeremy sat diagonally from me at the conference table, looking like he wanted to skip the rest of the day and get to the drinking. He was never one for wearing ties, much less suits, so having t...
Her skin was on fire. Lauren Laframboise was aware of her surroundings. She was aware of being partially led, partially carried through the swinging doors of the emergency room. She was aware that her two companions, Dan Baldwin and Ginger Gold, were both panicking perhaps even more than she was, herself. Ginger's shouts for help registered somewhere in La...