Fall of Lady Shimizu Rise of Susie Yoshida I. The Ninja raises Nikita Sokolov entered the warehouse closing the steel door behind her. The warehouse was dimly lit for the early morning hours, its contents of boxes and crates reflected the yellow dullness of the dim lights. Nikita looked out of place from the dusty and dimly lit atmosphere of the surroundi...
It took him a moment to recognize what had disturbed him. It was the sound of his name being called. Soft, like a whisper. "Ted." He blinked and looked around the darkened room. It was just another hotel room, in another town he had been called to for work. Nothing special. But the voice came again. "Ted." Who could it be? Except for his boss and cowork...
Standing anonymous amongst the congregation, he watched as friends and family precariously lowered the rain-drenched coffin into the collapsing grave. Six burly men leaned over the open chasm, striving to maintain balance in the torrential rain; as the coffin slowly disappeared from view a barely audible splatter resonated from beneath as it finally hit its...
{The rambling is intentional..lol} For the second Month in a row my $901.20 Social Security check did not arrive. Now that was a bit of a problem, it also meant the Medicare payment wasn't taken out of my check, which I also discovered when the receptionist asked me for payment after my Doctors office visit. The receptionist looked at me like she didn't b...
This is part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the previous chapters, you're probably going to want to go back and do that. Don't worry - we'll still be here when you get back :) Alternative title: What a dick. Hi all. First all, no sex in this chapter. These next few bits are going to be the sailor's movements on land as he...
Fuck Mountain, huh? A place for you to fuck away all your problems? That's a laugh, because there's only one problem I have, and that is my dead wife. No way I'm ever going to fuck that problem away. Maybe if she was alive I could fuck her away. Maybe I could cheat on her by fucking other people so much that she'd leave me. That would technically be fucking...
This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to my friend, who died that day, may he rest in peace, to all those first responders that keep us safe, to all those in the military preserving our freedom, and especially to those 22 Navy Seals who recently died in Afghani...
They were looking for me when I came to. I couldn't figure out where I was for a minute there. The crappy green shag carpet I was laying on and the ratty orange bedspread halfway pulled from the bed gave me an 'oh yeah:' Miller's Motel. Everybody called it 'Sinners' 'cause of all the extramarital hanky-panky it was home to. And guess what I was doing there?...
short work in progress loosely modeled on personal loss I was painting when I received word, or more precisely cleaning up painting debris. Hands filled with paper towels and soiled brushes, I trudged to the door. I was annoyed at the persistent knocking, certain it was a salesperson or college student conducting a survey. I'm glad I'm not home to be both...
I was being caressed by darkness, everywhere. Heavy gentle pressure absorbed and cradled my feet when I tried to move. I looked above and a steady red glow seeped into blackness. On my inhale I smelled cloves, strikingly familiar, but no answers. Whispers droned separate from the heavy silence stuffed in my ears, as if inside my mind. They grew louder, insis...