Chapter 3 - Geoffrey investigates It was Saturday morning and Geoffrey was thinking over his shaming experience again. He hadn't had a wet dream since his mid-teens and he had never dreamt about raping anyone. The messy result of Friday's dream had been so demeaning to him that he wondered if Mona's recording had really failed or whether she had practised a...
It all started so simple that as I look back now, I am in shock of how naive I really was. Here is how our life changed after simply going to an outdoor concert fest in our Midwest community on a Saturday night this summer. We had taken the kids but Traci and I decided that our chairs were in a safe place and we left our teenagers to themselves to more than...
Author's Note: This is a story that sort of wrote itself. Part of it is based on a strange dream, part of it is painful reality, and some of it is just---weird. Bear with me...it doesn't have as much physical sex in it, but it is quite intimate and touching, as well as bittersweet. I hope you enjoy my story and are able to feel the emotions in it. Oh, and b...
Edwin "Caesar" Clark took a long, leisurely drag at the cigarette and let the smoke hiss through his pursed lips in three quick, short squirts. He was unbelievably bored. Staring through the near opaque louvers of the only window in the small room, he wondered whether bloody murder was actually worse than the purgatory he found himself in. Granted his enemie...
My darling, It's the middle of the night. I just woke up from a very strange dream. We were sitting at a table. I have no idea where it was, and I guess it doesn't matter. I think it must have been some kind of sidewalk cafe. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. We were sitting across f...
I grew up watching my grandfather smoke himself into an early grave. I listened to him every day cough and wheeze, struggling to breathe his every breath. I wondered why on earth, he would keep doing something that was so dangerous to his body. I guess as a young boy, I didn't fully understand the effects and the addiction that cigarette smoking could have o...
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first. *** Chapter Sixteen As I continued to experiment with flashbacks and considered my own ability to transport myself pretty much anywhere, I started to wonder about transporting other people with me not just to times in the past. After careful consideration and a few different att...
"No. Fucking. Way." Tom slammed his fist on the table, making all the dishes jump. He shoved his chair back and leapt to his feet, bolting from his apartment to the stairs, where he took the flights five steps at a time. Pausing long enough for the wards to scan him, he continued his headlong rush through the lower level to a false wall. Taking a folding k...
"How? Is it really possible?" Gina wondered in disbelief. A tiny niggle of a feeling at the back of her mind had started months ago. She had been refusing to allow it to come into the light. Despite this, the niggle had blossomed. It had started with a seedling of a friendship. That friendship had not only grown but blossomed. She had been trying hard to br...
Gregory awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting bolt upright in bed. His sheets were drenched in a cold sweat. The nightshirt he wore clung to his skin like the gossamer strings of a spider's pulp around its prey. It had been the same dream. The dream that haunted him night after night. The bright lights, the shriek of tires and brakes on pavement, a car horn sound...