It was a usual day, go to some old fat bitch's house, mow the lawn, cut the bushes into shape, get paid, go home. Thrilling. I rolled up to the house I had to clean up in the morning, with my trailer with all the rakes and that I would need. I strolled up to the door and rang the door bell. It was one of those expensive crappy tune ones, so I knew this bitch...
The sky is a murky grey outside, and you can hear the sleet outside as it patters against the gym windows, like tiny ball bearings scattered from the heavens. The wind howls like banshees through the gaps in the old building's windows. Most of the camp is on leave now, "just a skeleton crew left," you think to yourself. You start to pace around the gym, tryi...
Actually, for the past 34 years, since President Nixon declared a wage freeze in 1973, Jack's life and the lives of most of the middle class baby boomers began a downward spiral of misery, misfortune, and poverty. In 2000, Jack turned 60-years-old, his wife died of cancer, and the city broke ground to develop low income and section 8 housing the next street...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Short Story 3 -- The Honey Trap You can call me Karina. But that is not my real name. And though I wouldn't blame you for thinking it, I am not a prostitute. First, what is real: I am beautiful. I have jet black hair. Or, in the sun, a striking violet. It falls to my shoulders in dramatic curls when I let it. My eyes are dark green. They can appear insid...
"I told you last time if I saw you around here again, I would take you in. Now up against the car, spread your legs and put your hands behind your back. Looks like you have done this a few times. I need to cuff you and frisk you, understood?...Understood?" "Yes Sir." "Good girl, that's more like it." I cuff you and proceed to pat you down making sure to ru...
It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the...
Thanks to 'ausfet', 'anonymous' and all you other guys for your positive feedback; it's the first time I've done anything like this so constructive criticism is good for my morale. Please keep it coming. As I said in my introduction to Rashoman 1 the story is as much to do about how situations are seen from the view points of the participants – this will bec...
It's been a week since I was used and discarded like a common whore by Vishal and I've been hoping for his phone call every day since then. I even sleep with the phone switched on for the first time in my life, so as not to miss his call if he calls during the night. It's like I've turned into this needing bitch in heat by his abusing and humiliating me just...
The sound of a car on the gravel made the dogs bark, and he looked out from his studio window to see the battered old car slow to a halt at the back of his house. She got out of the car jauntily, and taking off her jacket threw it onto the front seat and slammed the door shut. She knew he was watching her, stood there, watching her every move. Watching th...