A cliché riddled flash story. Deal with it. This work was written on request of a reader to incorporate his theme. To all of the haters out there, if this one didn't ignite your flavor of hate, be patient, there are other stories in the works. Thanks to all who leave meaningful feedback, and a special thanks to those who email suggestions. Harry Chapin: "...
45 MINUTES EARLIER Taylor Swift and her A-list chums were gathered at the marble reception desk in the plush lobby of their 5-Star Nashville hotel, as a blonde receptionist named Jessica checked them into the penthouse suite. "OK, ladies, you're all checked in," Jessica announced; her manicured fingers clicking away at an iMac keyboard. "Here are your key...
Chapter 24 The Ramirez Deal & Its Aftermath The deal, as deals go was relatively simple. Ramirez was to supply the cocaine; Conrad would buy it, and bear responsibility for moving it to Genoa, Italy, where it would be combined with the heroin already on hand to manufacture the crack. Conrad had eight airline employees who would transport three-quarters of...
Chapter 12 -- The trial of Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres While the student protestors continued to kneel outside, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna, Director Cecilia Sanchez, Prisoner # 101025, and the two officers escorting the prisoner passed through the main door of the Central Courthouse. They walked through an ornate entryway and passed through a second set of d...
Marissa Val Darehn was the queen of Ghetto New York in 2036. Ever since Merlin had died in December of 2012 releasing magic, she had been using her blood talent, alchemy, to make a super addictive blend of cocaine. The walled in city of Ghetto New York fell quickly to her power after she introduced her cocaine to the streets. Seventy percent of the populatio...
Hi a little background on me. I have just turned 29 and I am a stay at home wife, I am a gym bunny and also somewhat of a nymph. My husband and I are very experimental and fortunately have both fucked around a lot before we met each other. My typical day is morning sex, followed by the gym, some more sex whether it's my husband on his lunch, one of my girl...
This is a three part story I thought up recently. It reprises Katrina from my "Living With Katrina" series as well as her roommate Jake (Jake is there in chapters 2 and 3). You don't need to know too much about her to understand this story. It can be read independently. The play referred to in this story is Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. As always, thanks...
Author's Note: This is my 100th story. Or at least, nearly my 100th story. For every week for the past 100+ weeks, I have posted one or two stories. And through it all, I have been read by loads of people. All of you have been amazingly supportive - whether it was as simple as just coming back to read my stories time and again, or sending me a long critique...
Robbie Tucker had a knack for sniffing out the kind of girls he liked, and he zeroed in on Jenny almost from the first day she went to work at the corporate headquarters of a big manufacturing company. Robbie was an assistant manager in the mailroom, so very little went on in the large building that he wasn’t aware of. Jenny Jackson worked in the steno poo...
When Ron walked back into the lounge, he noted that the lighting was different. The large light on the ceiling had been turned off. Lamps in the corners and by the television were on instead. The room was darker but more intimate now. The scent of the women's perfume was pleasant. The atmosphere had changed. Ron was curious about Helena after the earlier c...