I wanted to tell you how I feel, although I doubt you will ever see this. I know you probably don't even care about me. I really miss you and I wish I could see you again. I would be happy if I could even be friends with you. But I don't think you even want that. I don't know why I feel this way. I think you are the sweetest guy when you want to be. And at t...
As a couple who have been married for over twenty years but never found time to socialize much, Janie and I didn't know quite what to expect when we were invited to a housewarming party by the new neighbors down the street and told to bring only "a large cardboard packing box." Not to disappoint our hosts—the wife is a co-worker of Janie's—I found one at a m...
Anne: To say I was stunned was an understatement. I could not fathom that kind of love for a woman who cheated on him, not to mention why he went through such an elaborate scheme to get her to think that he cheated. Hell, he could have. She wanted him to. I could not help but feel an intense attraction for this man. Why couldn't I have found a man like this...
Authors note: This story is heavily inspired by Game Monster by Cantalope, be sure to check it out if this appeals to you. Something doesn't feel normal as you wake. Your mind is foggy and slow, like someone came along while you slept and stuffed it full of cotton wool. You struggle to remember what cotton wool is. You try to remember if this is normal, but...
La ville de Fort-Sépia était un endroit sans histoire. Les jours et les nuits qui s'y écoulaient se déroulaient généralement sans imprévus, et le soir ou commence cette histoire ne semblait pas faire exception à la règle. Au milieu des maisons plongées dans l'obscurité, une seule se démarquait. Ses fenêtres allumées et les silhouettes qui bougeaient, sans pa...
Driving home was always the worst part of the day. It wasn't that I didn't like going out for drinks with them, its just that as soon as they got the least bit intoxicated, they immediately launched into tales of the previous conquests, the things they did, the things they liked about her, the things they wished they had done with her, and on and on. Being t...
Many years ago my university dorm had an event for residents to select secret sweethearts for Valentine's Day. I was living on an all male floor and we exchanged notes with women from an all female floor during the week leading up to the big day. We didn't know who had picked us but we knew whom we had picked. The names were initially selected randomly but I...
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At the request of a reader who was kind enough to offer both feedback and a plot suggestion, I have this to say: Chris entered Room 834 at the Palmer House Hilton and was immediately overcome by a stench he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of housekeeping a few minutes after...
"Come on. Tell me!" "Nooo," April whined as she walked past me, leafing through the plastic wrapped costumes hanging from the wall. "And stop asking me." "Fine," I conceded, turning back and selecting a skimpy school girl outfit from a nearby rack. "How about this one?" "Ummm," she said, eyeing my chosen costume with sceptical reluctance. "That's a litt...