One day Eric the Weenie was coming back from a NASTY (National Association of Saddened and Tampered Youths) meeting when he saw a whorehouse. Eric wasn't the prettiest apple in the tree, so he doesn't get laid a lot. He's so Ugly, the only girls whoever look at Eric are bulimics because he makes vomiting more easy. Since he was right at a whorehouse and feel...
Chloe looked at the note again. It said to meet him right here but she was getting cold and this was not the best part of town. Then out of nowhere, four black men showed up and asked one simple question. "Is you Chloe?" I drove fear and excitement deep into her heart. Will a brief nod, she was swept up and all but dragged into a nearby house. Without a w...
I was quite a good student at school and after my A levels, I won a place at a top London college to study history, philosophy and politics. Upon graduation I applied for, and was accepted into, the foreign service. After a few years working in minor posts in the FO in London I got my first posting overseas. It was not a long term post but involved preparin...
It was before the war spread south to Georgia. It was a time when Atlanta was still beautiful and the home of many of the Confederacy’s finest gentlemen. It was then that Leasa Edwards, daughter of Colonel Everett Clyborn Edwards, was the most sought after beauty south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Heiress to one of the largest plantations in Georgia—‘Tara’—Leas...
Note: All characters are 18+ years old. Further Note: This is fiction, not journalism - if stereotypes/caricatures offend, look elsewhere. ***** My eyes opened slowly. I didn't know where I was, but could feel a faint smile on my lips. Everything was perfectly peaceful, harmonious. It felt like I'd been asleep for a hundred years. Then, I noticed that I...
Kristi and I own what we like to call a mini farm, 30 acres. We really enjoy the privacy, but yet we are close enough to have a great group of neighbors. It provides the perfect mixture of rural living, the suburbs, and close proximity to the city. With any house and especially one with a few acres, there are certain things that have to be done prior to each...
This story could or should have been placed in the humor section. I know, but whose to say that two fractured souls can't find love in the most unlikely places? Not me, certainly. I hope you have as much fun reading the story as I had making up this shit. LYG *** I'd been on the road for twenty hours or more before I even started to wonder why. I knew go...
Hooves sounded on the cobblestone road, each step shaking the rider and making the metal of his armor jingle. A knight, whose shimmering armor could be seen glinting in a distance from the light of the sun, was making his way through what looked like a war-torn countryside. His helmet's visor hid the grimace on his face as he rode by burning buildings and ch...
One weekend I took Tracy shopping. She absolutely loved clothes, and she mesmerised me so completely that I could watch her try them on all day long. It was a sweltering, humid day in mid-August. She was wearing a wispy designer babydoll dress with no sleeves or straps. The bustline hugged her breasts appreciatively, allowing a generous amount of her impossi...
"Ok, why are we here again?" "Because it was time to move Jasper. We still own the house, and pay the taxes, but with Charlie dead; Bella needed to move out of Forks." Alice shook her head at Jasper. They had been over it time and again. "That I get," Jasper said looking at the bland landscape that surrounded them. "But why did we have to move to England?...