This is my contribution to the "HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST 2016". It was written under time pressure again -- I hope it doesn't show too much... ************* Rick's fantasy girl, compiled from the best of the best of his dreams, and still, somehow, miraculously coming together perfectly. And he almost ran into her with his car. Long, curly, dark brown hai...
James Ross was sitting at his desk drinking his first cup of morning coffee. He was staring out his window instead of going through his inbox for the first time like he would normally have done. Normally by this time of morning he would have finished his perusal of the overnight deliveries and made some phone calls to subordinates but his heart just was not...
Chapter 1 1980. A new decade. A few months, maybe a season, the fall, had come and gone since Clinton Street south of Houston had been busted twice and closed. Where once the diverse underbelly of junkies, the punks and suits, men and women, young and not so young, could line up a block over and wait their turn to dash across Clinton to the door they heard...
Chapter 1 Note: the first of the 3 chapters was posted some time ago. Two additional chapters have been added to make up this complete 3 chapter novella. ––––––––––– "I am skinny, no tits, none, shy, no self-confidence/esteem, never really had a date, work in a meaningless job in large corp, unhappy, no prospects, no hobbies, sexually ignorant, maybe even...
The very first part of this actually happened: a long line in a college-town mens' room in the Rocky Mountains, with two drunk chicks standing beside the urinal gazing wastedly at all the guys peeing. It seemed odd, but I peed anyway; they just watched in dull silence. That, and the bit where the newspaper guy does the interview over coffee; that sort of hap...
This is the finale of the story. I apologize, but this part is longer than the first three. I had originally intended to split the story into five parts, but I couldn't find a good point where the events had a natural divide and the last two sections would be roughly of equal length. Rather than pick an artificial split and leave everyone off-balance, I dec...
This is the second version because for some reason the first bit was reproduced half-way through in the original, sorry about that -- this should be it mind you... This story started as a single concept and kind of got away from me, it's very long but that's the way it went. A large part of it is by way of a suggestion that I have often written stories and...
(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...
Well, this is it. This chapter is dedicated to all the readers who followed the series all the way through and kept me on my toes and offered great feedback. All of you made the series more special and fun to write. I'm not ending my writing career by any means but it was time to end JOA. Any closing feedback you might have is most appreciated. Ok, enough bl...
CHAPTER 1 - A WINNING LOTTERY John 'Big Dick' Johnson did not have an ironic name. He had one helluva dick. Girls from all over were only too happy to take a pounding from him. Nary a pussy could stay dry when he whipped it out and gave them a full view of the cyclopean monster. So, on the luckiest day of John's life, he stopped by the Quickie Mart, a Mart...