Chapter 1 – Daniel finds out just how good a friend he has. "A man walks into a bar, wearing…" Sounds like the start of any one of a thousand jokes, right? Bear with me. It ain't a joke. A man walks into a bar, wearing what looks like boxer's tapes on his hands. There's a round of applause, some beer bottles raised in salutation, a parting of the ways as...
Chapter 1 She was gone now. Gone just now, and he was alone in their house, their home, and memories seemed to push in on him from every corner. They all seemed so dark now, too. Had it always been so? Twenty three years together. Gone now, shot down in flames, a once assumed destiny reduced to the lowest common denominator by depositions and endlessly fau...
I honestly thought that the first story was going to fucking blow but it seems with all the views and comments that all of you seem to want more. I want to personally thank you all who are reading my stories and commenting (positively) and favoriting them as well as me as an author. I know this story took a while to come out but I didn't want to rush my stor...
I was conscious of my wife's breast on my shoulder. She was leaning over me looking at an email I was reading out loud from a friend. Foolishly, when I finished I click a new post from another friend. The picture that exploded onto the screen was of 18 entirely naked women in two rows of 9, all in the same pose, all without a smile, all with their arms down...
Chapter One They're changing the Guard at Buckingham Palace — Christopher Robin went down with Alice The words of the song my grandmother had sung to me echoed in my head as I left the conference hall into a crisp London night. London! There was a sense of magic to the place. My granny came from southern England and thought the city was the centre of the...
Looking up, I saw her in the companionway—blonde, young, tanned, grimy and scared, in bare midriff crop top and dirty white shorts--as she quavered, "well, where're we off to?" - - - - - Walking down the dock in July of 2001, I pulled the little two-wheeled fiberglass cart behind me, loaded with a generous 10 days worth of food and supplies, for an early s...
The theme is "nautical." That usually means a sailboat and the Windwards . But, I did that last year. So, I decided to go a totally different direction – canal barges. I got to know those things during my time in the UK. Always wanted to try one; never had the opportunity. But, that's what imagination's for. So, here's my contribution. Also, I'm mindful of...
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There was a burning in my chest, and as I shot upright, I felt the overwhelming urge to throw up. I cast a panicked look around, then leaned over the edge of the cart in which I was apparently being carried, and retched, spewing a thick, green bile out in painful, heaving spurts. "Fuck, stop for a sec!" Casey called out, and I felt a pair of arms wrapping...
(For the story to this time, please read Leni's Ordeal Chapter 01: Berlin 1945 and Leni's Ordeal Chapter 02: Havelsee) "A countess this time, hey Harry?" his uncle teased him. Young Captain Lord Harry Balfour sat wearily in the library of his uncle's requisitioned house in Gatow noting that, despite the early hour, Sir Randall Macloskie perched wide awake...