PROLOGUE I was excited. I have to admit, when it came to Emelia, just thinking about her got me pretty worked up. Tonight, however, was special. Tonight was her birthday. Serge', her husband, and I had been conspiring to surprise her for her birthday. Okay, let me backtrack a moment. I've known Emelia for years. She was part of the reason I quit being a pe...
She climbs from the cab and as it drives off, stands swaying with fatigue. She is a pretty girl with long full brown hair, an exception of stillness in the crazy yellow of the street lights, in the shifting shadows and glares from headlights, in the din of engines, tires and horns. Three bicyclists barrel down the sidewalk shouting at her for standing so stu...
Author's Note: This story is a collaboration between Jim (Mojavejoe420) and Mel (melanieatplay). We hope that you check out some of our other works and, as always, comments and critiques are appreciated. - - - - - I might be worse for wear, But I don't care, I'm going back to Salome. Shawn Colvin - - - - - Jenna: Spring A psychologist might cal...
She woke up from a bad-dream nap, the taste of metal filings in her mouth; it was always like that, with repairs underway. The whole ship was filthy, with epoxy and fresh weld seams everywhere amid a constant stink of ozone. The message chime sounded again, and Pixy dragged her head across the pillow to look incoherently at the plot repeater mounted to the h...
The referee held his gloved hand high in the air. The crowd was hushed as the ring announcer spoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this World Featherweight Championship Boxing Match to unify the title, by technical knockout, and still undefeated; Baby-face Jack Mc Coy." The crowd screamed in approval. Jack's trainer and manager Fred Marino wiped the b...
CHAPTER I: Stages Holliston, NC July 22nd, 1912, 10:15pm. With little more than the hazy moon to light his way, Charlie parted ways with Enos and Tom, his friends from the cannery and followed his own street home. The chilly night air was unusually still; Charlie couldn't hear any crickets chirping, only the dull, regular beating of his own boots upon the...
We're all on different journeys, but we share a common road. A road that goes on forever and never looks quite the same to any two people. And all those other people rushing past in their own cars are experiencing a journey just as complex as our own; with just as many twists and turns and trials. So, take the time to wave at them and smile. It takes just...
As the dying light of another Saturday faded into oblivion, parents, devoted teachers and giggling school children began to head for the parking lot. The art fair I'd set up for my classes of elementary school children seemed to have been a rousing success. Since the fair had been my project, I suppose it was only to be expected for there to still be a crowd...
Without a doubt, this chapter is probably the darkest piece I have ever written, in both theme and what transpires. It may be rough to those of you used to some of my other works but just bear with it...the ride will be worth it. Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not...
I have not submitted any stories in quite some time. I do apologize for that. Life doesn't always proceed as you would prefer. This story was written on the suggestion of a Literotica writer and award winner, Sack. I hope you enjoy my Texas Hold 'Em variation on the card game theme. Some understanding of the rules of Texas Hold 'Em would help, but it's not r...