Eric Forman sighed as he stormed his way up the stairs, heading towards his bedroom. He had just spent the last six hours alone in his basement constructing Star Wars models and enjoying a one-man circle. Not that long ago he had a large group of friends who he would hang out with in the circle to take his mind off his pain, but he had lost that. He felt li...
TWO WEEKS IS FOREVER For regular readers, this has been the longest gap in the story since I started, for reasons I've touched on in a couple of postings. This is not the Chapter 5B I intended to put on Lit. I'd expected it to be at least two, maybe three times longer, which means more chapters. But I realized I'd hit a natural stopping point so I stopped a...
It's kind of funny how life turns out sometimes. You can be cruising along in your life thinking everything is great, and then life, or God, or Fate or whatever your belief system calls it, just decides to fuck with you. I was moving through life with the wind under my sails, when all of a sudden the wind just stopped blowing. While I waited for the next gus...
The Mustang's aggressive growl responded to every twitch of my foot on the accelerator, as if the pony car was signaling its readiness to launch. I looked around and saw a boney waif like woman in a hoodie, waving at me from the shadows. Not a fucking chance babe. There was a woman across the street who didn't look too bad, but she was a blonde. Been there,...
SLEEPLESS IN WILDWOOD I awoke in the early morning hours long before the alarm. After a rare weekend where I had both Saturday and Sunday off it was Monday, the beginning of a new work week. This wasn't just any work week, though, it was the final week of my Mailgirls contract and my mind was racing with all of the possible outcomes of it. I knew there'd be...
INTRODUCTION: If you're still with me, much of the set up is done. Now it's time to really introduce the conflict or, more accurately, conflicts. Plural. Thus, since I'm too busy getting the stage all set, there was no room for sex in this part. None. Also, since this is being posted on consecutive days and I haven't yet read your blistering comments, I just...
41. A Fate-ful revelation After more than a week of being restricted, to the inside of this palatial home, Payne had become alittle testy. Dycke was sure someone would find his head somewhere in the building, after he played a practical joke on her that she did not quite appreciate. She verbally tore his head off one afternoon, and then she ran up to her ro...
Something was odd. Dan looked over at his neighbor's garage. The door was open, and trash cans were spilling out onto the driveway. It just wasn't like Kyle to leave his doors open. Raccoons are such a nuisance in this neighborhood. He walked over and noticed the paper on the lawn. This was just a little out of the ordinary. Kyle ran every day, and always st...
One of their cell phones was ringing, but Sean didn't know which it was. Amanda jumped from her bed, entered Sean's room and answered it without regard for which of them it belonged to. Glancing at the clock beside the bed, Sean saw that it was only 3AM. Whether it was his phone or Amanda's that rang, any call at this time of the morning couldn't be good new...
I'm sure I went a deathly pale, as the books are so fond of saying. I still didn't know what the hell he meant, but it sounded far too ominous. I'd asked him what 'come home' meant, and he said he was my home now. How can a person be a home? It struck me as confining, but after all, that's what he was all about. Confining me, physically and psychologically....