Stella awoke to searing pain in her foot, her head throbbed like her heart had been forced into her skull and her mouth was dry and filmy. The haze of sleep lifted with the surge of adrenaline as she darted up to pull the heavy curtains to. Her foot was blistered and angry red. It burned and itched and seeped clear fluid. She limped to the phone and called t...
I met this lady, Alice, in the apartment complex I lived in when I got married. She lived on the same floor as we did but on the opposite corner. Her unit was the very last one at the end of the hall. She was the unofficial "handyman" for the floor as she really was very good with minor repairs & such. Even management recommended her for minor repairs. I thi...
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust as I walked from the bright sunlight into the darkness of the bar at the far end of the French Quarter. I enjoyed that part. It was just far enough away from the noisy bars that are filled only with tourists so that I could relax and enjoy a few drinks. "Hey Ken. Your usual?" "Sounds good Sally." At last I could almo...
Jen whined in helpless frustration as she slowly limped across the campus mall on her crutches. Not only did her sprained ankle hurt, now the crutches were digging into her armpits as she struggled to get back to her dormroom. In her mind's eye her armpits were a solid black bruise just from going to class and back. It was a glorious morning in early spring...
This is my entry in the Holiday Story Contest. Enjoy! Thanks to techsan for his usual superb job of editing! CHRISTMAS EVE, PRESENT DAY Little Harry Bailey was quiet, and sneaky, and patient. He had turned four the previous July and he had a plan. The other kids were in the family room watching a Christmas special. He was too, sorta. He was wedged in betw...
Some people seem to have such 'normal' lives, no big secrets, no dark desires. I often wish I were such a person. I consider my 'uniqueness' to have started in grade school, but maybe it happened long before that. I'll never know. Miss Collins was the kind of woman people talked about - an older single woman. A word often used was 'spinster'. She was also m...
Author's Note: Yes, here's a hockey romance. I know it's been a long (long long long) time since I posted something other than a stand alone. Writing time has been hard to come by this year, unfortunately. I do hope you enjoy this. Votes and feedback always appreciated. Thanks to MugsyB, annanova, and LettersfromTatyana for beta reading and encouragement, as...
Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to...
Janet Watson was walking back from the empty mailbox when she noticed a small moving van pulling away from an apartment at the end of her building. Passing, she noticed the door was open. She glanced in and found an older lady moving around using crutches because of a missing leg. "Hey, I live a few doors down. Can I help?" Then, Janet introduced herself....
This is my second story, I enjoy talking with other disabled people. Drop me a line. I will add to both stories later. When I was 9, I contracted Polio. When I left the hospital, I was in a wheelchair, both legs paralyzed. After a while, my right leg recovered about 80% but my left leg remained totally paralyzed from the hip/waist down. I was fitted with...