I put all my stories in Humor and Satire. I like to write romantic comedies, or as other authors here call it comic romance. But I put them in Humor because they are meant to be comic and light hearted, even if they contain scifi and fantasy, or group sex, or mind control, or whatever. I also realize that some of the categories are to allow people to avoid t...
America- Just uttering the name made Haifa envision freedom. And not only freedom in-terms of personal liberty, but a freedom from the past. A past which kept many trapped into social customs, traditions, culture and family ties. America the ideal meant a land where men and women could be re-born and new ideas could take hold. America also represented peace...
The Sodomite pilgrims couldn't be described as great conversational company. In fact, as they had all had their tongues removed, they weren't able to converse at all. The conversation they had with each other was conducted in sign language and mouthing, but this was enough for them to organise themselves pretty well. Despite their various mutilations, they w...
I really got myself into trouble this time. A girl that lives in my condo complex happened to have her video camera handy when I put on the show for the workmen. She threatened to give the tape to my husband if I didn’t comply with her demands. Even though I was an innocent victim in all of this, I’m sure my husband wouldn’t see it that way. I decided it wou...
PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond. Her head was turned away from him. She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water. Was she pining over a love left behind? Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other s...
The itch was terrible. It sank its claws deep into her flesh and drove her slowly crazy. It didn't seem to matter how she scratched or how many showers she took, it was always there, just below her skin. But it was just the first of her symptoms. The itch subsided and she breathed a sigh of relief. For Kismet Anne Thomas, an eighteen year old senior at Nort...
Waking up the next day it took Honey a while to realise where she was. Sitting up and finding she was on the sofa, memories of the previous evening poured into her mind putting a broad smile on her face. Something on the floor beside her caught her eye and when her blurry eyes cleared saw it was a piece of paper. Picking it up she found it was a note left f...
Late at night, I wrap blankets around myself. Sinking into the quiet of my house, I close my eyes and try to tell myself that I just want to rest. That I want to slip away to sleep. That's what you're supposed to do, right? When the day is done, you get into bed and you're supposed to try to sleep. Maybe you wind down by scrolling through Pinterest and pinni...
Evie joins Jenni in the kitchen, hungry for details. "What are you doing, little mama?" she asks. "Making the Kool-Aid, like a good cult wife," she replies. "Want a glass?" "Just a little one, thanks. I haven't had this in decades." "Daddy and Freddy don't like me drinking liquid sugar, but they let me have my little treats in moderation." "It's becaus...
In my senior year of college I had a huge crush on a girl named Danielle in my chemistry class. She was sweet and a bit timid with long blonde hair and a cute smile. She was a pleasant classmate who always said hi when I walked in, and I would sometimes help her with assignments because I had a better handle on the class material. Despite that being the exte...