Day One: The Wedding On the day of his wedding, Jonathan Rupert Stanford was up before the sun. It was a murky December morning; the fog had rolled in overnight, lit from within by streetlights and headlights and brake lights, so that the world was suffused with a dim, diffuse glow. Jon thought it beautiful, and appropriate for fifteen days before Christmas...
Dear Reader, welcome to edited, 3rd version of the 3rd Chapter of Gift from Outer Space. Illustrations have been added from my drawing collection. The prologue to the series is called A Union Consummated. *** Renee was not upset, nor was she overly worried. She thought that she had assumed the proper level of trepidation. And therefore it was time to get b...
Tuesday went by way too slowly. I was really looking forward to my exam at the nurse's office. Miss Jones wasn't only a science teacher, but she was also the head nurse of the school. The four school nurses were three very attractive young teachers and the school's receptionist, who was a plump woman in her mid-40's, yet still very pretty. I had only been to...
Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense. I can spot a woman and know she has a naughty side. I'm not talking about the ones that are obvious. Of course anyone can see a woman in a short skirt with a tramp stamp with her tits half out and know she's probably up for a good time. I'm talking about the closet cases. The church girl with a dark impulse. The butt...
I appreciate all your remarks. Thanks to you wwho take the time to the stories in Lit. I walked down the snow swept street hunkering deeper into my winter coat thinking about my upcoming visit to the dentist. The holiday season was upon us with festive music wafting from the department stores. People filled the street loaded down with packages as they tried...
*Reader warning: This story deals with topics which are very disturbing to many people such as abduction, rape, and revenge. It is graphic but not gratuitously so. I've kept such details to a bare minimum, but one can't write about such topics—topics which unfortunately do happen to very real people—in any pleasant sort of way. It is primarily a love story,...
Many thanks to Renee and Kent for their editing of this story. * I'm Glen Caballo. I live in a small Scandinavian town and when this story begins, I had a good job as production engineer at a local branch of a big international company. Caballo is Spanish for horse. It was my great grandfather who took that name while he was an actor and found out that his...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story * I'm Michael "Mic" Wallmann, a married man in my mid forties. My pretty wife Marianne is two years younger. Our daughter Julia is sixteen and our son Melvin is fourteen years old. When this story begins we still are a typical middle class Scandinavian suburban family with fair jobs and fair house. Withou...
'I'm going into town this morning,' her mother said at breakfast. 'Got to take your brother to the dentist. You want to come?' 'No, thanks. I really ought to do some work on my thesis before I return to the Uni.' Normally she would have jumped at the chance of a little shopping, but not if she had to listen to the moans of her young brother. Anyway, who w...
Kirsten had surprised herself that night at Zebo's. She was only there for a meal and drinks with her best friend Kate, and even then nearly cancelled. Chatting with Kate was nice, but she was tiring of her best friend's constantly nagging her to "get laid". Kate never seemed to have that problem thought Kirsten, just she could never hold onto the man she h...