SO FAR: A still grieving widow Carson Robertson hospitalizes in a vehicle accident the author of the bumbling detective book series that is growing in popularity, Guilty at injuring the creator of the fabulous character Jessie Chicago, Carson takes Harry Truscott into her home to help in his rehabilitation. Harry has a broken shoulder that is encased in a gu...
As mentioned in the previous chapter, this story is now taking a darker turn; more of the sex is on the non-consensual side, and it starts to verge on Erotic Horror in places. However, because of the central theme I'm still classifying it as "NonHuman". If you want to know other specific elements of the story, please review the tags. This chapter in partic...
Tales From The Psych Ward 07 - Again a Witness by The Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the son...
Flashing blue lights. Damn, I didn't think I was driving that fast. I know I sometimes get carried away on the long stretch of road to the house after getting off work. Plus the car sometimes has a mind of it's own. Steve bought me a new Mustang Cobra GT convertible as an anniversary present late last year and at times it just seems to go faster all on it's...
The Cheating Zone 08: The Wish As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. For the nit-pickers who want to say this or that would never happen, remember, this is the Cheating Zone, a place outside the normal space-time contin...
It was cold. Pitch black. The cold was everywhere, the worst of it coming from the hard metal surface beneath her. It seeped into her bare skin, holding tight in an unforgiving grip. Despite all efforts, she was unable to move a muscle, a prisoner of the dark, and the relentless chilled air surrounding her. She'd lost track of how long she'd laid in the dar...
-Jill- I'm still not a morning person, but when I must get up I've always been able to. When I don't, you need a catapult to launch me out of bed. Derek already left for work, saying goodbye with a kiss and receiving a slap in the ass from me. I finish making Jesse's lunch and put it on the counter as I finish my coffee. I miss six-year-old Jesse. This th...
It seemed like the afternoon sun was concentrating all it's might on an innocent Crown Vic preying patiently in a clearing off the side of a sparsely vegetated highway just outside of Hartford Connecticut. "We can fry eggs on the hood of this bitch," Jeff Summers, an auspicious rookie cop, blurted out as he was baking in the passenger seat. "You already at...
Chapter Twenty-Five Finding a good place to park, where the obviously unmarked police car would not stand out, was easier than they had hoped. Mark's former home had a backyard that led to the waters edge. Most of the homes across the street that didn't have the more immediate access to the water were raised higher up, so they too would have a view of the w...
Guess I shouldn't have been surprised it would come to this. Jack always insisted he was getting better, but sure enough, he was up to his old tricks: Stealing shit to fund his 'kicked' dope habit. Now I'm sitting on my front porch as Detective Pindick goes through my shit. He probably thinks I'm in on it. I'm sure to him that anyone with tattoos and a mohaw...