Ja, dies ist mein Erstlingswerk und es gibt keine Fortsetzung... aber ich habe noch nie was geschrieben und wollte die Fremden im Internet mal nach Meinungen fragen. Vielleicht bekommt ihr ja mal mehr von meinen geistigen Ergüssen! Ich liebe es ihren schweren Atem zu hören. Das sanfte Ein und Aus, das sich langsam immer weiter hochschaukelt und die Stille n...
"Und du denkst daran jeden Abend die Alarmanlage einzuschalten? Und jedes Mal wenn du das Haus verlässt?" Sarah verdehte genervt die Augen. "JAA Papa. Zum dritten Mal. Ich bin 18, keine 8. Und das hier ist eine Vorstadt von Frankfurt, nicht von Detroit." Ihr Vater lächelte hilflos und zuckte mit den Achseln. "Was soll ich denn machen...
Still a little dazed from the interview, Sarah tugged on some boots. She hadn't really been on an interview before, and she knew the place was rough, so what did she expect? That was what she had told herself to justify the events. Her hand went to her cheek, touching where he had slapped her. "Nothing you haven't been through before." She told herself....
It took several blinks for the world to come into focus. Where was she? Sarah attempted to lift her head off the rough pillow, but there was resistance. A hand was on her forehead. "Gentle." A masculine voice suggested. Sarah shifted her gaze to the man who had her head his lap. The prospect; she recognized him. She smiled up at him. He smiled back and stro...
I was in a party once when it was decided that the men and women play a game of strip trivia pursuit against each other. Names were thereupon drawn to determine which man and woman would be playing against each other. A wrong answer to cost a garment, but only if the other contestant got the right answer. The two contestants would continue to play until one...
This chapter ends the Nude Noir story. I strongly recommend reading chapters 1 and 2 in order before reading this. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as do the characters in this story. An...
Der erste Blick Die Stadt war ein dreckiges, brüllendes Biest, das Michelle, 19, jeden Tag aufs Neue zerkaute. Nach zermürbenden Schichten im Gasthaus „Zum Goldenen Wildschwein“, wo sie Bierkrüge schleppte und die lallenden Sprüche betrunkener Kerle ertrug, wollte sie nur eines: eine eigene Bude. Kein Genörgel von ihrem Stiefvater Raimund, der sie in seine P...
I was still one of the "Young Turks," despite the fact that at the time I was in my seventh year with the firm. Most of my colleagues were in their late 40s or 50s, with a fair number of the partners well into their 60s or even 70s and fast approaching, at, or well past, retirement age -- maybe that's why Cahill, Swann & Moore had hired so many new attor...
They were in dense clouds, circling over Kennedy airport for a landing. Maya was in the middle seat of the three they filled. Her twitching and wiggling had not ceased the whole flight except for a short nap. Allie and Jeff had a drink with their meal, but teased Maya about being drunk when she met Robin for the first time. She punched both of them and had o...
I had just come home from studying in Europe for a year and my friends were throwing me a welcome home party. I didn't know how welcome I was going to be made. Walking up to the complex of apartments where most of my friends lived I had a sense of loneliness. I had broken up with my girlfriend of six months in Prague when I came home and now I wondered if a...