Cliché - a phrase, opinion, or circumstance in this case that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought. There are probably a few of them in here but I wrote this not for the Cliques Against Numbing Clichés but because I wanted to play at something different even if it was a chestnut. I had fun between 3-4PM this week in any event. Flash Burnt Ora...
I thank My LadyCibelle and Techsan for their rapid editing of this story. This is a story I wrote some years ago and I found it again the other day whilst tidying up my hard drive. I thought it would make a perfect epitaph to Otterley who is no longer with us. She liked this story a lot. To Otterley When Tony first noticed the car, he had almost stopped...
This story could go in a number of categories. There isn't a lot of sex. Thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. Since court shows seem to interest people, I thought I'd be Judge DG Hear. This is a totally fictitious account of a story I made up. Let me know what you think and I'll see if the Judge has any mo...
Author's Note: I want to thank everyone who responded to the Review Essay submission I made about how to end The Perfect Pussy, both on the site and through Feedback. To be honest, it was a mixed bag so I did some writing and doodling and tried a bunch of idea, what I came up with can be found in this and in the What If I wrote called Mistaken Identity. I ho...
Chapter Three: The night belongs to the Hawk Ted's point of view I sat next to her on the curb, my arm around her shoulders as she sobbed. The smell of fire was still strong in the air. Flashing red and blue lights lined the street. Police and firefighters surrounded the burned out hulk of her car, their radios squawking. The area was cordoned off with yel...
Thanks to MaaddMaaxx for providing all the help through out this experience of posting this story. You are amazing and have helped me grow as a writer! Laysea was not sure about the events that happened directly after that. She knew that the police were called as was Kaleb, who was Jason's childhood friend and his attorney, and then Jason was called. All...
Driving home from work at nearly two in the morning, Jen busied her mind with basic math. If she got home at three, she could be in bed at half past three, get three and a half hours of sleep, and be up at seven. Seven plus one hour to get ready would put her out of the house at eight and in the office at a little after nine. She would just have to survive o...
Afraid to touch her, Bill slumped in the chair beside Faith's bed for nearly an hour. She looked fragile -- face swollen, wearing an oxygen mask, and lying so still he had to watch closely to see her chest rise and fall. Doctor Grady explained that her physical injuries, although initially disfiguring, were actually minor and in a few weeks would fade away...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
Sevyn Baker pulled up her Nissan Altima at the grocery store and blew out a sigh. It had been a few weeks since the fiasco at Great Falls and things were a bit strained between her and her boyfriend Daryl. What started off as an adventure for some exciting outdoor sex almost turned into a nightmare. Sevyn had instructed Daryl to come to the park at dawn and...