1969 The Summer of My Life I was doing lunch dishes as I watched him make the long walk up my drive, the dust billowing from under his shoes with every step. It reminded me of when I was a girl and Uncle Clarence would let me take the reins as we rode the hay wagon. I would be mesmerized as I watched their hooves hit the ground, a puff of dust flew each tim...
19.1: Moonsong ----------------- Erik rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands and sighed, his breath ruffling at some of the papers on his desk. Neat writing covered the pages, all concerning the now-bustling village of Suravale, nestled in amongst the ruins of the once-great city of the same name. He went over them again, the grainy feeling in his e...
This is my late submission for Black Rand's "Wine and Old Lace" event. This is a work of fiction which is loosely based on the stories of people who lived through the war. It is not a criticism of American forces, Germans who live near British bases tell similar stories about the British troops stationed there. So here it is, I hope you like it. Feel free t...
Molly thought of a plan, she thought it would work best if she could have a hand help them, instead of Miss Sarah or Miss Dawn. The hands often switched working days so people can go to special events or whatever. The system was working quite well. One hand called to another. "Hey Larry, can we speak to you for a moment." The hand said, "Sure Moe, what's up...
"Eric," he heard in fuzz. "Eric, Baby," he heard and felt his shoulders being jostled. "Erriic," Peggy sang. "Just five more minutes," he groaned into his pillow. "Wake up, sleepy-head. We gotta get moving, don't we?" "Why?" he said without moving. "Didn't you tell me the meetings start at nine?" "Yeah." "It's 7:45." "Oh CRAP!" he bolted. "My alarm...
Copyright oggbashan Apart from the Author's name this is supposed to be non-fiction. A couple of people have asked me to make a permanent record of the real-life anecdotes I had posted in the Authors' Hangout and General Board so this is the third part, previously unposted. Og as a Scout Being a 1950s and Early 1960s Boy Scout in Gibraltar, London and Au...
It had been a shitty Friday. I'd driven to Harpersville to personally talk with a customer who had informed us he was changing to another source. Without his business there was a good chance we would have to cut back on production and layoff some people. We had talked and talked, but in the end there was nothing I could do to save the account. There just wa...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
---------------------------------- Chapter 7 ---------------------------------- A few days had gone by after I had paddled and caned the girls, then forced them to fuck each other with clamps attached to their nipples and pussies. I had given them a break since their ordeal, generally leaving them alone, except to give them food and water. Whenever I was...
Hi all! Here is the next chapter of D&H, and this one is a doozy! Not only will there be some big revelations about Lily's condition (both in our world and in her dreams), but Dana is about to run into a familiar face that some of you were expecting, but will probably still surprise some. As always, I hope you're enjoying the story. Thank you so much to pe...