As clearly set forth later in this piece ALL names, and all other identifying information in this story, are FAKE; and there are no email addresses, URLs or anything of the like. ***************** I, Amy Calvert, at age 34, had been working as a freelance writer for five years, after a career change from my boring accountant's job, before I got a chance f...
Many thanks to Techsan for his editing of this story. * I, known as The Jailbird, was a famous man in our small Scandinavian town. I was sure that people envied me because I had dared to do what many of them probably had only dreamed about. My real name is Wilmer Steen: Wilmer after some distant relative in Minnesota, which wasn't very funny when I was ki...
Simon and Megan When Simon entered the house Megan was sitting at the kitchen table, she was crying. Simon pulled a chair and sat in front of her, watching her cry while she hid her face with her hands. He waited a few minutes until she had calmed down a little and was able to look at him even as her tears continued to fall on the tabletop. "Well Megan, ho...
Authors note: If you are one of the readers who got all bent out of shape over my story "The Racist" I'd advise you to skip this one. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I was just a bit upset when I left Shala's place. There was no way that I could have seen what she was up to before I fell into her trap, but I knew that it had been stupid to play gam...
It was Saturday afternoon and I had just gone outside and picked up the mail from the mail box. There was an envelope among the bills I didn't recognize. The return address was from a company called, "Heritage4You", and was addressed to my ten year old son Jimmy. I went inside and laid the bills, advertisements and junk mail on a table. I picked up the stran...
I am writing a story after a very long time. Also, this story is unedited so anyone who is a language/spelling Nazi is requested to stop reading here. * From the corner of my eye I could see her coming down the stairs. I picked up the phone and started speaking in it, loud enough for her to listen. "You will know today if my wife is cheating or not. I wa...
I believe this chapter will make more sense if you read Chapter 1. There is little sex in this story. The main character is based on a real person. His actions are what actually happen, the best I can remember.. I have taken some literary license with the story, but it is based on reality. One last thing, don't beat me up on the time line. I am telling a sto...
This is a copyrighted work by Zeb_Carter and is not to be duplicated or copied, in part or in whole, to other sites without the explicit authorization from the Zeb_Carter. The Last Straw I had the proof, now all I needed was the why. It was time to confront, the son of a bitch. He had even brought his floozies into our marital bed. My bed. Where I sleep at...
I was sitting on a stool at my favorite bar after work, nursing the single beer I allowed myself, while I waited for the bowling alley next door to open. There was a really pretty dark haired woman sitting at the other end of the bar trying to catch my eye. Finally, Sam the bartender put another beer in front of me, and I declined it. "It's not on the house...
Note to the reader: Game mode is really required for this story. I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. There are whole blocks of dialogue in some scenes that just won't appear if you don't have the scoring active. The flowchart is going to be as complicated as i can manage, and the hidden variables will determine what paths and scenes will be available to you, based...