Song 4 Kids! I don't know what's wrong with these kids today! Kids! Who can understand anything they say? Kids! They are disobedient, disrespectful oafs! Noisy, crazy, dirty, lazy, loafers! While we're on the subject: Kids! You can talk and talk till your face is blue! Kids! But they still just do what they want to do! Why can't they be like we were, Perfec...
Chapter 14—Little Italy Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: After the fittings, they went to have Italian food in Little Italy. Aunt Francine forgot to mention some other people might drop by. I am told there were 47 major film and theater awards represented. That is, 47 on that night. The count has gone up since. On the other side of the room was Susan Fa...
*Doing the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same time is golden* (Thank you Frontma for coming through again) (This one picks up soon after the previous chapter ends) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)...
I'd now been in town for three weeks and my hair was starting to get shaggy. One day after work I headed over to Top Hair and Nails to get a haircut. It was half an hour before they closed, and the three women inside were cleaning up. One was Darlene Fitch, the other two were older women. One with a nametag that said 'Mary Anne' looked up and spoke. "Hello,...
Author's Note: A warm 'thank you' to my fantastic beta, Laura, without whom this part in the series would not exist. She advocated for character growth, and so Celine has become one of my most fleshed-out characters. This isn't a story for the strokers, but there is sex. Special shoutout to Spyauth: sorry about the H in Aston Martin. Hope you all enjoy....
Author's note: This story was an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
Prologue From a purely personal point of view, happiness is extremely difficult to describe. We are either happy or we are unhappy, and it seems that there is little we can do, however hard we may strive, to make ourselves happy. The story I am going to tell, is about two people, and how they eventually found happiness. Before the events described here, if...
April 28th, 1886 "And so, according to Nasrudin himself, Saint Mannox was tending to the wards at the Ring when Nasrudin emerged from his regenerative bubble. Nasrudin seemed to think Mannox was nothing more than an overeager, overzealous, pompous ass." I shrugged as I looked across the table at Hadrian and Wilhelm. The two Panarii had been transfixed with...
January 1st, 1886 The crackling fire that sat in the center of our camp was the center of more merriment than was likely warranted on that rainy, overcast January evening. But while the new years day celebrations were likely filling the streets of Tarant, Caladon and every other major city in Arcanum with revelers and party-goers, we were stuck in the vast...
Sand gritted against my face and for a time, I did not know who I was, nor where I was, nor why I was. Water washed against my feet and I simply lay there in a daze, blinking slowly as light filtered into my vision and I saw the broad expanse of a pale white beach. The waves that lapped at my feet were frothing and white, and the distant horizon curved into...