This is my first story, so be gentle. Several other stories are in the works, and Deb and I write many of them together. Some of our stories (like this one) are based on our actual experiences. Others will be pure fiction. * * * * * * * * * * I'm Debbie. My husband Neil and I are now grandparents, and have been happily married for over 30 years. We've been...
Thank you to all who voted and commented on my last entry. I am currently working on getting an editor for my stories. I reviewed my own writing and I hope that this second installment will be much more pleasurable for you all. Please continue to give me helpful guidance, as I said before I only wish to become a better writer. Enjoy! Bite Me ;) Samaj Wa...
In mortal life, I was a pious Muslim, praying to Allah five times a day, and read the noble Koran. Now that I'm no longer alive, I see no reason to stop. For if He who is the one True God worshipped by Jew, Christian and Muslim did indeed make all things then am I not one of His creations? I choose to believe that it's my actions that define who I am, and no...
"I can't believe those guys," I muttered. "I can't fucking believe I'm here, in the dark, alone in a cave, like a bear." They hadn't left me behind, so much as I had stomped off in annoyance, because the guy *I* was supposed to be on a date with seemed more into the cute friend-of-a-friend his friend had invited. And I was frustrated an annoyed, because I'd...
It was a typically hot Thursday afternoon, the African sun just hinting at beginning its lazy descent behind the peaks of the Waterberg. Angie, a single lesbian workaholic, was taking her first vacation for three years. She had a slightly stern, but attractive face, and thick shoulder-length hair caught exactly between brown and blonde. Now, walking slowly...
"Tell me about her." "Tell you what? What does it matter? She already got me!" "Tell me." "Fine you want a story how about this; we met, we talked, we fucked, she killed me. The end." "I can find her but I need your help tell me everything you know." "Fine where do you want me to start?" "Here's a crazy thought: how about the beginning?" "Well...
Luther Jackson listened to the river. Babble fucking babble, like a pile driver in his brain. That's the way it had been for the last forty minutes. However, he knew that if he kept walking along the river he would eventually find his way back to the campsite. He couldn't believe he had let those motherfucking crackers talk him into going camping. He looke...
Washington D.C. 2 Hours Ago... SITTING IN A BLACK RANGE Rover in President's Park, Delgrious and Detective Angela Veris wait as the clock ticks down for their time to strike. Positioned in various spots around the White House and within a five block radius sit squads of Sanguine Consortium soldiers. When the clock strikes zero, no amount of preparation or...
My name is James Jarvis. A big and tall young man of Haitian and Irish descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I was born to an Irish mother and Haitian father. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me and I was raised by my father's family. Being a biracial dude in the racially diverse but occasionally uptight City of Boston wasn't alway...
It all seemed like a blur, to be honest. I have no idea what the hell just happened to me. One moment, I was driving my parents to my sister's high school graduation ceremony, and the next thing I could remember was some sort of explosion. Some glass from the front panel must have lodged itself into my face or something. I distinctly remember that much, at l...