I've met a hundred Mandys. Everyone has. You know the type: Stuck somewhere between late teenage carnal appetites and early twenties jaded malaise, marooned in the perpetual gym-class line-up of her grubby urban neighbourhood. It's only Tuesday in another dull, listless week - two days before she can go and pick up her benefit money from the Post Offic...
Nami groaned as she rubbed her head. She couldn't remember what happened last night at all! She and her crew went drinking in a local town and the last thing she remembered was some weirdo captain hitting on her and demanding she join his crew. Next thing she knew there was this pretty light and that's all she could remember. She got up and looked around. &q...
The floozy walked in the door first, all big hair and tight polyester dress. Her boobs spilled out everywhere and I could hear her clunky, high heels even thought they were hidden by the couch. She had a lit cigarette dangling between her lips and began unwrapping herself and throwing everything on the couch haphazardly: coat, scarf, cheap glittery gold purs...
"Brothers and sisters, Hell is growing. Hell is growing by leaps and bounds..." the preacher's voice droned on. Paul sat as far back as he could, wishing the asshole would shut up so he could get the bowl of soup that he had come there for and he could join his buddies drinking wine in the park a few blocks away. "I wish I didn't need to eat so I wouldn't h...
THE CAN CAN I just drank a bottle of cheap Merlot from the 99 cent store down the street, and I don't know how I am going to get it up for this hot, nigger slut I met off of Tryst.com. I mean, she is the hottest fucking thing, but shit, I gotta perform this ritual on this bitch or they won't stop laughing at me. I call "Sugar Tits" at 9. She's ready. I...
Legends spread through the land like wildfire of the mightiest of demon slayers. Some say she was a demon herself. Others that she was immortal. The huntress known as Krimson was famed for being the best in her field. Her prices didn't come cheap, however. But for those that could afford her, it was guarenteed their demon problem would be solved quickly. Kri...
Many Black Dresses We were again invited to dine with Mr. Joe the next day, Sunday. After that, we were on our own all week, until our final Saturday evening there. Weekends were Joe's party days and he was enjoying surprising us. Opening these clothing gifts was like Christmas to Dollie, even though she always returned the dresses later. What would this...
Chapter 3: When I Was in the Army When I was in the Army, I never dug a trench, I used to bust my knuckles on a monkey wrench I'd go to town to drink, And give the girls a pinch, I don't think they ever even noticed me. John Prine, Fish & Whistle My Daddy was too old 'n' too valuable to the town to get into the Army when the war came about in 1941. He'd a...
Amanda was a nice, normal girl with no annoying habits or quirks. And this was good, because she was going to be my room-mate at university for at least the next year. It was a relief to find we got on with each other, and in fact we had several things in common, such as bands we liked, TV programmes we loved and hated, favourite clothes shops and the like....
“Oh Hiii Cindi!” She sang-out. “Oh hello, Ms. Henderson.” I almost stuttered, turning. I had been brushing my hair, trying to tease it up, getting it nice and fluffy the way Steven liked. “Going out, then?” She smiled so sweetly, turning towards me, the edge of her elegant straight blond locks swirling on her delicate jaw line. I blushed, my face warm, an...