By popular demand. This follows directly off the "Chad Takes a Gymnast" story; go ahead and read that first if you want, but you shouldn't need to. I've got to say, this story went in an unexpected direction. Enjoy! * * * The walk from my fraternity house over to Quannack Hall seemed longer than usual. It was balls-hot that evening, even with the sun l...
***** Author's Notes: In these stories I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all of the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 38. Pain-ting The building was not fully cleared, but the service ele...
Jack and Janie Janie Ah, middle age, that wide, flat expanse of no man's land between young and dumb enough to do it and too damn old to care if you do it or not. The salad days, as this fragile time between old and young is sometimes called or might be called if it weren't for the simple fact that the salad aint' as fresh as it used to be. At forty-eight,...
Copyright © 2017 David Caddell All rights reserved. - For as long as she could remember, she had always felt destined to endure a struggle of internal conflict as if driving her life like a car stepping on the gas and the brake pedals simultaneously - Could it ever be any different? During such frequent nights of emotional turmoil, Naomi would often pick...
As will be pretty obvious to those who've read my other stories, this is a sequel to "Bad Cop, Worse Cop." I've found I like Mike LaFratta, partly because I can feel good about making horrible things happen to him. Enjoy! * * * So here was the problem with Daniella (and I was embarrassed it had taken me this long to figure it out). In bed she was jus...
"Becca? Hey, it's me. Listen, can you take Dad to the doctor on Friday?" "Oh, hey Taryn. I'd love to but I have that retreat, remember?" "Oh, right. I totally forgot," her sister replied. "I can't get off work again that soon. If you can't take him, what are we gonna do? Those Visiting Saints charge a hundred dollars for four hours, and I don't know about...
We would have decided to meet in person, for the first time. A ski town? Yes, a ski town. A nice hotel, right on the slopes. One of those classic mountain lodges, done American style: large. With large rooms, large beds, large windows, large lounge, multiple stories. The day you leave for the hotel, you get an email. It's a short one, with a few bullet po...
By Woodmanone copyright September/2011 There are no descriptive sexual scenes in this story. Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are very welcome and are appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my work. ******************** Deputy U.S. Marshal Thomas Boone dismounted in front of the Marshal's office in Tucson Arizona. He...
CHAPTER 1 Odors of decay, cooking smells and rotting refuse added to the usual neighborhood atmosphere of noisy vehicles, street kids yelling at play and women screaming while being wacked in outbreaks of domestic violence as broad-shouldered Xavier Hall (27) slammed the cab door shut and he grunted, "Airport." "Lovely night for flying," yawned the cabbie,...