Okay like right off I want to make it clear it's Holly now and forever. Holt's fucking dead and I'm killing anything that's left. And that's a damned good thing. See Holt was an asshole, I...he...that person I was...I was raised by an asshole. My dad and he wasn't a nice guy. He was a jock, he was a mean jock raised by worse my grand dad. Holt was part...
It was a enchanting night. The moon was full. The street light reveled an other worldly stream of fog through what I could see of the dark forest. Unfortunately I was having a hard time appreciating all this beauty. I was stranded. I had missed the bus and had no way of getting back to my hotel. I had no one in this place I could call to be picked up. No ca...
Cinda wasn't sure what brought her back ... after her last experience, she was still reeling from the magnitude of what she had done. While she had felt free & wanton in the moment, by the light of the next day, she wondered if she had compromised her values for an article that was barely going to pay the bills. Yet, when she received Luke's note, she kn...
She looked like the most uptight frigid bitch you could ever hope to not meet. Her jet black hair was pulled tightly back into a bun, a pair of narrow black reading glasses perched on her nose, and she wore a frilly white blouse, buttoned up to her throat like a schoolmarm. Her nose was pointed directly into a book that she held in her hands, and she was co...
"Brian, you're wanted in the bunker, straight away." Brian Palmer was surprised. As the youngest copywriter in the agency it was unusual for him to be summoned to the main conference room. He looked up at the man who had appeared in front of his desk. Eric Mansell was probably the best creative director in Perth. Anyone who could show up for work whenever h...
Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Part 20 The Attorney General of the United States thought that first he'd try the easy way. He had his secretary place a call to (where was it?), Statesboro, Georgia. He thought, 'we won Georgia pretty easily. Maybe they'll do what I tell them to do without too many questions.' His phone buzz...
Author's Note: This Story is a spinoff of the series "Marcus Bleak and the Sex Robots". Even though a few characters in this tale appear in the series, it can be regarded as a stand alone story. * Amsterdam International Teleport,Amsterdam Tuesday, 06 September, 2050 10:38 There was a low rumble as the building shook from the tremendous power surge tha...
Morning came. My room got brighter and brighter until bright light was shining through the only window. I stood up and looked out, squinting in the bright sun. It was the first time I've seen the sun. I knew what it was from my basic programming but never seen it before. Kind of like the man's penis. I felt the warmth through the window on my naked body. Out...
I was looking at some pictures on line, and I had an idea. I wanted to write a quickie. Not a quickie like when the kids are at school, but like when you were in college, so inflamed that you weren't sure you could get your clothes off in time. Short, hot, unbearable. It didn't work. Even a quickie has its back story, no matter how slim. And a whole story...
"Alright, Richards. Nearly show time," I muttered to myself as I slid out of the car. I walked around to the passenger side to get my briefcase and hand-outs, my two-inch black heels crunching on the gravel drive of the community building. My knee-length wool coat kept most of me warm against the early autumn wind, but blasts of unwelcome chill smacked again...