This story is completely true and happened exactly as presented. I changed nothing but the names. Good little witch's honor. * It was a hot 3-day weekend in 1979. I think it was the 4th of July. (Ooh, I sounded like Chicago for a minute there.) To take advantage of the time off, our friends decided to have a pig roast. My husband-to-be and his older broth...
Hillsboro was a small Midwestern farming town, so named because it was nestled at the bottom of the highest hill in three counties. While the hill was technically private property, with three farms converging at its crest, the irregularity of the land made it difficult to till and its woods made it unsuitable for grazing. The farmers had left the flanks of t...
According to the calendar, despite the fact that there is a growing layer of snow upon the soil outside my house, it's supposed to be Spring. With Spring there's the promise of many things, warmer weather, flowers blooming, and fresh fruits and vegetables on their way. For many homeowners this means dealing with their lawns and in particular, dealing with th...
OK, this is the opening chapter to my little novel – I think the prologue may have been a little confusing but it was really just to set the stage and background, hopefully this is a bit more straightforward. Any feedback is greatly appreciated this is the first time I have actually written anything major, although I do have my roughs from college the whole...
Chapter One All that has been, is all that will ever be. Katie wearily leaned her hips against the old porcelain sink and dunked another plate into the tepid, slightly greasy dishwater. This action of washing the dishes had become so automatic lately that she would occasionally walk into the kitchen to get something and then start in mild surprise at the s...
"Look Bruce, I really need to talk with you, it's important," Senator Gary Harris said as the Environmental committee meeting broke up just before lunch. "Can you come to my office in, ah, ten minutes?" Bruce looked at him hard, about to tell him to go to hell. "It's important," Gary said and then looked around, no one was in hearing distance, "for your fu...
The local pop band became a nightly feature at the hotel. Their mixture of Western and Vietnamese love songs were very popular. Many of the older villagers who had never had access to regular entertainment other than Karaoke stood outside each night listening and singing along. John walked outside one evening and saw them standing around. "Why don't they c...
IXThe Good SeedGabrielle2039 Farming is a business like any other. It may also be a vocation, a life-style choice or even one of the few remaining outdoor occupations, but the one thing Gabrielle knew for sure was that farming is a business. Although she had sympathies with the principles of organic farming and rather distrusted Genetic Modification, what...
Sex education can take on many guises and forms, but when I was younger we didn't have the classes at school, the clinics that welcome younger people, the seminars or the councillors. When the dreaded puberty arrived for me - and others of a similar age - complete with body changes, pimples and a myriad of other confusing ailments, we were confined to a few...
This story takes place in a quiet corner of an Indian Ocean island many, many, many years ago, in a region with the particularity that women with naturally long cunt lips were highly revered -- not as prizes but as purveyors of good luck, fertility and good harvest. This story is about the woman whose labial lips surpassed anything ever known in her village...