THE FUTILITY OF ATTEMPTING to inspire post-pubescent males to pay attention to my morning lecture—more accurately, my yet-again-bootless attempt to emplant even a soupçon of learning in their somnolent minds—forced me yet again to reconsider the wisdom of my accepting appointment as Charles Lutwidge Dodgson Distinguished Professor of Sociology and Forensic P...
Chapter Two - The Trial Adele arose and addressed the jury to make her opening statement. "At least twenty-five percent of women serving in the U.S. military have been sexually assaulted, and up to eighty percent have been sexually harassed. Women in the U.S. military are more likely to be raped by fellow soldiers than they are to be killed in combat," she...
I know that this Halloween story is on the very edge of what is allowed and definitely on the absolute edge of what most people will read, but if you start reading, PLEASE read all the way to the end. It isn't what you think. My stories never are-- especially at Halloween. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for a...
It would do no good, at this time, to protest my innocence to this crime for which I have spent the past five years of my life paying my debt to society. The police didn't believe me back then, neither did the twelve people, not smart enough to avoid jury duty, believe me. I had thought that my lovely wife would not only have believed me, but would have wait...
"City Police, Freeze!" Police, Cunt thought; confusedly; why are they here? Cunt passed out from exhaustion. ** Detective Shaw approached the woman collapsed on the floor while Detective Hunt swept the room for threats. "Clear." Hunt announced loudly. "Eww...gross..." Shaw had placed his fingers on the subject's neck to check her pulse. "What?" "She'...
This is a new, fresh start for me. I will not be continuing Wicked, I cannot find out how to remove it, but this is my fresh start. Voting and feedback are wonderful; I thank you if you do one or both. This story has been stuck in my head for a while- the characters running back and forth throughout my brain. I'll stop babbling and let you read the story! Th...
Chapter 13 It Ain't Over 'Till It's Over "How's Ros," I asked Sally quietly. She was sitting in a chair in the waiting room of the Roosevelt Heights Private Hospital. "She's out of it, Rick. It's going to be a while before she's back with us. She's pretty loaded up with drugs ... not just heroin. They're doing a tox screen to see just what's there. We shou...
I had just locked up and left for home from a long day at work. Who ever said that being a psychologist was easy had to have been crazy. I don’t know what ever possessed me to become a psychologist. I should’ve become a teacher like my parents. Then I wouldn’t have to hear people complain all the time. But I digress. Anyways, I was on my way home when I got...
I decided to review the tomorrow cases at home. I was tired from the morning audiences and the lunch has been short and unsatisfactory. I glanced at the wall clock in my studio at home. Four pm. Plenty of time to review the six simple cases I had to deal with tomorrow. A glass of iced tea and I was ready. Settling back in my comfortable arm-chair I donned m...
I'd like to apologise to Patricia Cornwell, but I won't... Grace drove through the cool, crisp, Virginian morning in her SUV. It was always cool and crisp. There didn't seem to be a summer at all and, apart from a couple of snowy days, crisp was pretty much it. She presumed that it was all in the cause of persuading some hapless Hollywood producer to film h...