July, 2012 Intro: This story has a very strong "horror" element to it that some readers may not particularly enjoy. If you are one of those people, I encourage you to skip the gory parts but come back to the storyline as it's woven throughout the action. Read the story all the way to the end, then go to the beginning and read it again, this time not skippin...
I remember screaming. I remember running. I remember tripping and falling, being caught, breaking free, being caught again and restrained. But these are not real memories. They are the creation of my battered psyche, an attempt to make sense out of what was then to me a senseless, purposeless act of fate in which my mind refused to accept that I might not ha...
Hello. I should start by introducing myself. My name is Michael, I am a five foot, seven inch, scrawny guy from a small town named Spring Arbor just outside of a much larger city named Jackson in Michigan. Well, if you can picture the class looser, the one guy with glasses and happens to be smart, but not very athletic, and throw a brown rug for hair on top...
The Starlight Sonata, Part II (note: part one of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years I The air was so cold that the snow underfoot crunched like shards of broken glass on cold, dry stone; each breath the boy drew-in burned so sharply it made his clear blue eyes water. The cold seared his eyes, tears formed and ran d...
"Last call" the bartender says as I down my ninth shot of jack and sip on the remainder of what's left of my overpriced Long Island ice tea. "You sure you don't need me to call you a cab?" the bartender asks. Drunkenly I slur, "No I'm good. I can call a friend." He nods in agreement and lets me finish my drink in peace. I debate on who to call, who would...
Sometimes there are events in life that are short-lived but remain an important and wonderful memory. This is one of those memories. I have always loved the mountains. Not the barren western high country but the dense, tree-covered, misty slopes of the Great Smoky Mountains. There was and still is no better place to find solitude. The nature of my work allo...
My journal entries please me and who knows with whom I will someday share them. I am fascinated with the cultural differences between Rorga and Earth, the planet our people visited long ago and made significant improvements to. I write as if speaking to the people of Earth...this too pleases me somehow... As the human male develops in the womb, it is progra...
Part One: The Introduction He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he becomes, and the better his plan at abducting her develops. He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday...
As I lay there sleeping I began to dream, at least I thought I was dreaming, it was strange. I was so relaxed that I fell asleep but yet my senses were so alert that it was as if I was conscious of everything around me. The sun shone down on my naked body warming and drying my skin, and I could hear the birds singing and the light breeze as it whispered thro...
This story is the follow up to It's Just Sex - Part 1. Again all true, and appreciate any comments/feedback. Hope you enjoy. The next day is oddly enough, completely normal. I have a 9:30a.m. meeting with Erika as my co-lead. I sense nothing from her; she isn't rude or cold, it's just as if last night never happened. I accept that I had an amazing night of...