[Author's Note: So this is a collaboration effort between myself and SophieM98. It's her first story, so be nice! Constructive criticism only. The story is set in a city in decay, no name yet, and the genre is crime, angling for a film noir style. The first scene is written by me. Every time you see the * * * the author will swap. Best read with a musical...
That night when she got home, Kirstin threw her clothes to the ground and immediately ran to the shower. The moment the door to her apartment slammed shut she burst into tears, wrapping her arms around her chest as she turned the hot water on high, the scalding temperature doing little to wipe the shame she felt out of her mind. She knew that stranger had...
--Day 1-- Rob Walsh pounded on his steering wheel in frustration. It was already 6 p.m. and he had told Katy he was going to be home by six. The damned traffic on Highway 53 was backed up a mile from I35, and there was no exit he could take that was going to help get him home any quicker. It looked like there was still some construction going on at the junc...
Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness: Chapter One Prologue Junie Thomas had always been pathologically shy. Short and fat, she was painfully self-conscious. She avoided new places, new experiences and strangers at all costs. Divorced and with her children grown, her whole world consisted of her boring, lonely job and her hobbies. If it weren't fo...
It was cold. Pitch black. The cold was everywhere, the worst of it coming from the hard metal surface beneath her. It seeped into her bare skin, holding tight in an unforgiving grip. Despite all efforts, she was unable to move a muscle, a prisoner of the dark, and the relentless chilled air surrounding her. She'd lost track of how long she'd laid in the dar...
The Private Transvestite Detective (Or The Undercover Dick) With apologies to the writers of the various movies from which I borrowed some inspiration (and a few good lines). Chapter One It was late Friday afternoon and I sat behind my desk smoking a cigarette, leaning back in my chair with my high-heels resting on yesterday's newspaper. I contemplated m...
-Jill- I'm still not a morning person, but when I must get up I've always been able to. When I don't, you need a catapult to launch me out of bed. Derek already left for work, saying goodbye with a kiss and receiving a slap in the ass from me. I finish making Jesse's lunch and put it on the counter as I finish my coffee. I miss six-year-old Jesse. This th...
Lindsay walked into the precinct ladies room and freshened up her lipstick in the mirror. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse and gently pressed her big tits together and nodded to herself with approval. She got in the elevator and descended to the basement of the station where the holding cells were located. The six suspects were sitting on a long...
I thank Randi for dreaming up this invitational, for inviting me, for editing my story, and for prodding and poking me to get it finished and posted. Readers have no idea how much time and effort she puts into these little literary events. I was checking my Facebook homepage one evening after dinner when I received a PM from Bill Jackson, a neighbor who li...
Cigarette burns pockmarked the yellow surface of the long, oak table sitting in the center of the room. A single, overcrowded ashtray sat lonely on the table’s top. Stale smoke hung in the air and, judging from its lack of movement, could have been hanging there for years. The only window, placed too high on the wall to offer any real illumination, had wire...