I'd like to thank QHML1 for inviting me to participate in the Welcome to the New World story event. When you have a chance, please take a look at some of the other event submissions. Writers more talented than I have entered stories that I look forward to enjoying. The Peasants are Revolting She was overwhelmed by his cologne and personal scent as he pushe...
This is the story of a woman I loved... loved a lot. Too much, really. Years ago. Am I still obsessed with her? That's what I'm about to tell you. If I had possessed any decent storytelling skills back in 2001 when that was the present day, I would have written it all down back then. But no matter, in a way it's timeless. Many thanks to my volunteer editor...
This is the eleventh episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps to have read the previous episodes starting from the beginning. I hope you enjoy the stories. M4bloke ****************** We left for France on the Friday. What had started out as an opportunity to ride down to Provence and spend a week with Carole a...
"So what's your best pie?" The waitress smiled flirtatiously at Brett's question, suggesting her response might have been a little more personal than the one she gave. "Depends on what you like," she said. She indicated the menu Brett held. "The full list is on the back." Brett flipped it over. At just after ten at night, he was not interested in a full co...
Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. Chastity repeated the names to herself as she directed a coy smile at the man she had brought back to her apartment. Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. They were the names of the women he had raped and then sent to the grave in one case and into the ICU with the others. They were women like her—women who shared an... affliction...
A couple weeks ago I read an article about a group of students at the University of Sydney' s veterinary school who do an annual nude calendar to raise money for good animal-related causes. Naturally, I then did some research; turns out students do the same thing in Scotland, Liverpool, and other places, and that there's a subreddit just for these kinds of p...
"No. No fucking way, Todd." The prissy head of the English department, Todd Fogarty, leaned back and folded his fingers together. His bald head and leathery neck gave him the appearance of a turtle, Tara thought. "We're all having to make sacrifices, Tara. These students don't have anywhere else to go." She fought the urge to lean over his desk. That woul...
Chapter 16 D: The Ball Original Story: Scipio Continued by Rogue Alan If Christmas eve was a bust for the Sobel family in Sharon's opinion, Christmas day made up for it. She had no idea when the kids got home, or when Chris slipped into bed beside her. And the kids, no longer children, enjoyed sleeping in, after which they worked together with Kelly to pu...
I am trying to work faster, I promise! Hang in there, more to come. Copyright LATL, 2019 Life after the Lottery, CH. 63 We go look at limos Lori and I were having dinner in town on Wednesday night discussing our upcoming trip on Friday. "You want to come and stay at the house tomorrow, so you don't have to drive in so early?" I asked. "Since we are leav...
...this is the God who does not care and will never cease. Look at the seas there Flashing against this rock in the darkness--look at the tide-stream stars--and the fall of nations--and dawn Wandering with wet white feet down the Carmel Valley to  ...