After that I just saved the file to the cloud. I had the germ of a plan to make them all suffer. I just had to have an alibi for when the shit came down. One of the central questions I needed to answer was if I wanted to be present when hell rained down on them or whether I needed plausible deniability. The nasty plan I was dreaming up could net me years in...
Chapter 5 A week had passed since the incident at Max's place. The more I gave the whole thing a thought the more ashamed I felt. I had jumped into bed with a guy without bothering to find out anything about him. I've always been rather opinionated on the topic of cheating and think of people who cheat as nothing more than low life scum. So, it was particul...
Author's note: Originally I intended to submit a story entitled "Homage" a tribute to an author whose stories I've enjoyed immensely. Because, I never got permission to use his name as my protagonist, I'm submitting this instead. It is a simple lighthearted flash story. No sex. No real drama. Beaucoup cheating, however. Finally, I believe I've kept within...
The mechanical sounding voice on the other end of the phone call, was dull with a slight accent that I couldn't place, "Mr. Pearce, we need to come to an agreement on how you intend to make the balance on your account current." I'd heard it before, goddamn it, I hear it almost every month these days. Shit, it's getting hard for a semi honest detective to fi...
Thanks to oldnakeddad for his ongoing support and editing skills. +++++++++ Queen of Spades I was eating a sandwich and reviewing my afternoon presentation during lunchtime at Panera's when we met—she was sitting at the table immediately to my right and having lunch with a friend. She was dressed casually—a white blouse that was open at the neck and expo...
Neighborhood Watch I've read so many stories that involve a community party gone bad that I had to try my hand at it. As seems to be the case lately, I do like to celebrate good friends and faithful wives. There is no explicit sex in this story, so if that's what you're looking for you'd best move along. >>> >>> >>> Friday eveni...
It's nine o'clock and I finally come home. Who am I? The name is Stephen Saint Jean. A tall, good-looking black stud of Haitian descent. Twenty two years old. Currently a student at the Virginia Military Institute. I'm studying Criminal Justice. One of these days, I might join the United States Army as an Officer or join the Virginia State Police Force. I'm...
This is a tutorial, part one, of creating compelling conversations to wow your readers, and propel your story, and dialogue. Creating realistic dialogue is an important aspect of writing. Good conversation simply does not consist of a listing of He said this, she said that, he growled, she purred, they hissed, etcetera. People do not purr, or hiss, or chir...
Older women occasionally like to get freaky too, ladies and gentlemen. Just because a woman is of a certain age doesn't mean that her sex drive and her need for romance and fun are gone. She must do her thing. Otherwise, she might as well be dead, you know? My name is Diane Hawthorne, and I'm fifty two years old. I stand five eleven inches tall, kind of curv...
Bob had tried to raise his daughter right after the divorce some six years ago. He had found out that his wife cheated on him and needless to say with all the evidence against her she was left out in the cold without much money to survive on. Every one agreed that she deserved it after what she did to this generous man who kept her in luxury since rising to...