Three years ago my wife Courtney, and I (Kevin), seemed to live for the Arts. We weren't the least bit pretentious (at least I hope that we weren't), we just liked art of almost any type. Dutch cityscape paintings, primitive African sculptures, pre-Colombian masks, Salvador Dali murals -- we loved them all. Our house was adorned with the best original art th...
A needle hovered in front of Adam's feverish face, a single tiny drop still clinging to its tip, glistening in the sunlight beaming in through the tall windows. The shaking of his hands was noticeable, despite his failing attempts to keep his cool. A small amount of a clear liquid glistened in the syringe, the sunlight refracting through it as the needle sho...
Tim Jones sat alone in his 1989 Ford pickup and stared blankly at the pink neon sign across the parking lot. He had been there for a while and his ass was numb and tingly. His senses were at Defcon-1 on this hot August night, like an idle on an engine set too high. Every muscle, sinew or bone in his body burned like he was rubbed raw, his soul literally chew...
Chapter 30-B Laura & Lou, Part 4 It had been a month since Laura had last been with Lou. He had left Wilmington suddenly, not bothering to tell her where he was going or why. Desperate for information about him, she had repeatedly called his number until it was finally answered by his sister, Brandy. Laura wasn't certain about anything Lou told her, an...
This is a romance that contains sexual scenes. It that offends anyone's sensibilities I advise you to find another story to read. It might not begin very explicit but future chapters certainly will. For those who do read it, thank you and your comments are always welcome. I hope you will enjoy. The Dirty Spur was your typical small town western bar. It was...
The night was not that cold, but there was a slight mist in the air, not unusual for this area. Away from the town the mist thickened to moist fog, its drifting form filling the dips in the low-lying fields. From the tops of the low hills the fog in the distance appeared to be moving slowly through the bottom of the valleys flowing like liquid, enveloping an...
This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination. This story should have enough facts for you to use yo...
This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. This story should have enough facts for you to use your imagination to fill it in though. I like the constructive criticism comments I get b...
"Midnight ..." A Chain Story. Introduction: On March 1, 2007, fireyjen posted a thread with her idea for a chain story, soliciting interested authors. Shortly afterwards, fieryjens' ISP started giving her problems and she cannot get online, so on her behalf we thought we could give her a hand. The premise is that in each story the main character awakes at...
John--the typical 18 year old nobody, the oldest kid in the senior class, and therefore the oldest virgin, the guy more afraid of girls than of death itself--was crossing into new territory. He was staking out a girl's house. Or, more accurately, he was stalking, though he couldn't be sure if it could be considered stalking yet if this was his first time do...