I was two blocks from the house and there were no other cars in sight. No one was following me so I began to think that maybe it wasn't John Parker that had visited Charlie that morning. Maybe it was a cop and Tony just didn't know about it. I was waiting at the light to make a left onto the Charleston Boulevard when I saw a silver Ford Explorer turning ri...
A Horse With No Name - Part 2 Chapter 12 - The House on Stone Street The houses on Stone Street were older homes, mostly built in the nineteen twenties and thirties and were all well kept. The house with the address from my HR file was a red brick two-story colonial. It was similar in age to the neighbor's, and like the others, the exterior of the house wa...
Main Character: Name: Hayate Gender: Male Age: 27 Appearance: 5'9", Medium built with toned muscle. Occupation: Private Detective (former Martial-artist) More info: Hayate is a private detective who used to be a martial artist master at a dojo inherited from his dad. He has a younger sister, Hitomi (18), who ran the dojo together. They both are experts...
"Testing, testing. Mic is on. Camera is on. Beginning junior detective's interview for Katsumi Hojo, age 20. It's recording? Okay. Beginning interview..." The suited, Japanese man sitting across from me fumbled with his recording equipment, acting as though this was the first time he'd ever questioned a new hire. I'd been worried about getting a st...
Chapter 1 The dimly lit room brightens in flashes of red and blue from outside the window as the sluttily dressed transwoman kneels over the body of her victim, crying, after she just slit his throat open from ear to ear, and still stroking his deflated penis as the door to the apartment is kicked in and the police rush into the room. "Freeze! Drop your we...
I read one of those social forums a while back that turned into a massive time-sink. The header was something like 'where's the most dangerous place you've ever had sex?' Total click-bait, but I ended up taking a long look; me and about a million other voyeurs. The thread started out pretty tame, but after awhile it started to turn really salacious. By the t...
Niklas slammed his hand down on his alarm clock, silencing the piercing noise that invaded his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he lifted himself up on his elbows and yawned. "Another fine day," he grumbled, tearing the covers off and flinging his legs over the side of the bed. Stretching his arms he stood up and sleepily walked into the bathroom. After relieving hi...
Chapter Seven: Fighting the system A shiver of horror washed through me as I turned back to Gretchen. Her right hand was smeared with blood and she was as pale as a ghost. My first thought was personal: how the hell do I get myself mixed into these unbelievable situations? I shoved that thought away. There would be time for personal thoughts later, but righ...
JFK Airport, July 2018 “We need a doctor!” a woman screamed as she ran out of the bathroom. The pair off officers from the Port Authority went to check on the screaming woman. She led them into the bathroom and pointed at another woman passed out on the floor. The first officer called in a request for medics on her radio while the second was about to check t...
I had been corresponding with K, for about a week, through Snatchmaker, an online sex site I had recently joined. I had even called him (something I rarely-to-never do) and we had chatted easily and made vague plans to meet (translation: fuck our brains out). Then...nothing. I hadn't really noticed because I get a lot of emails; hundreds per week. But then...