Ruth arrived home from work that Friday, the ninth, at 6:35 and after checking her three messages—mother, office, mother—she grabbed a cold Yuengling and spread her mail out on the kitchen counter and started sifting through it. It had been a long miserable day at the end of a long miserable week. Michael left for the conference on Monday and was supposed...
My friend Jeff's wife Katie was about to graduate from law school, and they invited me to her graduation party. As far as I knew, Jeff would be the only one I knew there, but I didn't have anything else going on that weekend, so I figured I may as well. It turned out Jeff is friends with Carl, my mechanic, who brought chili. I occasionally experiment with di...
I know that I announced a while ago that I probably would not be posting any more stories on this site, but a combination of factors has changed that decision. For the past couple of weeks, a story idea had been rattling around in my head that I couldn't get rid of. This, combined with weeks of cold, wet, and miserable weather, when I couldn't do any outside...
Patrick Saint Augustin is the name. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I work as a Security Guard during the summertime and study at the University of Toronto during the school year. I was born in the city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts, and moved to the Confederation of Canad...
The first shot struck Jennifer under the chin. That one came from Lawrence. She was still yelping when Trent's delivery took her full in the face, filling her mouth and blinding her in an explosion of thick white. She spat and wiped her eyes clear, then pursued her boyfriend, scooping snow as she ran. Trent taunted as he fled, but stumbled knee-deep in a dri...
This is the third and final chapter of this story. You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this one. Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing. * My life has done a complete turn around. Our farm business has been growing. My grandfather and I have thought of expanding. He told me that I was doing such a good job t...
If malevolence had the power to manifest itself in stone and mortar, then Rag Castle was its purest embodiment. It bespoke, with its sombre grey walls and stagnant putrid moat, a clear warning to stay away -- or else. A warning that seemed to have prevailed upon the wildlife of the area to perform a mass exodus many years ago. Doom-laden and desolate, its en...
If malevolence had the power to manifest itself in stone and mortar, then Rag Castle was its purest embodiment. It bespoke, with its sombre grey walls and stagnant putrid moat, a clear warning to stay away -- or else. A warning that seemed to have prevailed upon the wildlife of the area to perform a mass exodus many years ago. Doom-laden and desolate, its en...
Kathie Lee Gifford Elevator Slut By : DickThePimp Just chillin' in the elevator at 30 Rock. The operator dude isn't paying me any mind so I blaze up. Elevator stops. The doors open and in walks the one and only, Kathie Lee Gifford. Damn... I've had a thing for this bitch forever. She still looks good though... especially for 66. White tank top and bra, whi...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors and made suggestions to improve my story. Any other errors you may find are mine alone. * * * It's said that opportunity only knocks once, and am I ever lucky I answered that knock. Looking back, though, my childhood wasn't all that lucky. Dad and mom both worked to provide eno...