The summer air cooled as the sun went down, and my skin was clammy with evaporated sweat. Sam stepped into the driver's seat with two sodas and a box of popcorn. "Did you get the Mike & Ike's?" "Shit. No, I forgot them." "Did you forget them on purpose?" Sam laughed. "I should have. I can't believe you eat that garbage." He threw a piece of popcorn in t...
Once upon a time, a storm ruptured over a little town called Missoula, and in an ivy-glazed brick home somewhere in a maze of dark wet streets, someone was watching it. She was standing at her bedroom window making a game of trying to predict where in the sky lightning would strike next. Lexi. It was a pastime that grew quickly dull, but dull, she had rece...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
Althea Amberhearth sat at her usual spot in the Black Crab tavern. Few windows and a scarcity of candles meant the establishment rarely rose above dim light. Probably so that the customer base would fail to notice the numerous stains littering the wood floor. A shame the lighting did little to stymie the stench, as the sickly sweet scent of old ale trickled...
Letter 6 Thursday, weather OK, but sky is cloudy Dear V Here are the reasons I am glad you are not here. 1. I get to take out the garbage. Good men always take out the garbage. I think it is some message they get from their fathers. Or perhaps it is a male secondary sex characteristic, like telling puns. Women don't take out the garbage unless they are...
Working on two things at once can be confusing, I decided to accept Jezz Az's challenge in the 750 Word Project, but I'd already accepted an invite to participate in Behind the Walls of Sleep, the Gothic Horror invitational set for the 17th of March. That should be a fun event, over 40 writers have committed to it, PapaToad among others, and all of them are...
La ville de Fort-Sépia était un endroit sans histoire. Les jours et les nuits qui s'y écoulaient se déroulaient généralement sans imprévus, et le soir ou commence cette histoire ne semblait pas faire exception à la règle. Au milieu des maisons plongées dans l'obscurité, une seule se démarquait. Ses fenêtres allumées et les silhouettes qui bougeaient, sans pa...
Tyler got out of his limo and walked into the Market Place. The man said she would be in the back room, waiting for him. If he enjoyed her, he would send the man a page to let him know that he chose to bid, and a transaction would be taken out of his bank account the following day. This kind of thing had to be done carefully though, otherwise one risked bein...
This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under (c) copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. House Calls -- Part I In the aftermath of destruction that had hit the city by the lake, there stood a beacon of hope and safety. Even tho...
I saw that time was getting short, we had a little over three hours left before Julie's parents arrived and we still had to try out the Twister game. In addition to Twister there was the condition of the living room. It was a mess and not just because of the raunchy nature of our activities, food and beer had both been spilled or dropped everywhere. I wanted...