Prologue A small high school Somewhere in America… Matt Thompson stood at the podium before his fifth period history class, sweating profusely. Today was the day. He looked up at the camera and microphone above the door, pointed right at him. To Hell with Big Brother, he thought. I'm going to tell these kids the truth. Not the crap they've printe...
I got seven shots before they noticed me. David jumped off the bed yelling "Give me that fucking camera." I pulled the 1911A1 that was tucked in my pants behind me and pointed it at him. He stopped, sneered and said, "You don't have the balls." I pointed the automatic at his left knee and pulled the trigger. He fell screaming to the floor. "Jesus Christ" m...
Ned, the Total Woman Academy Coach Tutor Emeritus, looked out the window of the G280 Gulfstream as the gaps in the billowy clouds peeked through with vistas of the passing ground below. He had just completed a multiday transfer recruitment and a special coed evaluation assessment last week. Though Ned was still in good shape for a middle aged man, the youn...
The closing chapter, kinda long with but all the love-making that was missing in the last chapter... ***** I arrived at Stowmarket Police Station as the place was coming to life, and my concerns were soon put to rest. Why they couldn't have done that in the corridor when her parents were watching I'll never fucking know... They told me what had happened t...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. There are two distinct phases of falsehood. In the first, you realize you can lie to those closest to you. In the second, you realize you shouldn't. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a b...
I arrived at the handsome estate on a rather messy and dreary evening in the late of fall. The sky was full of bloated, dark grey clouds that were ready to burst upon the Earth below at any second. Already the slow leak of drizzel had filled the air with the tossing and twirling of small, watery spouts that landed like gossamer upon the limousine windows and...
Chapter Eight; Returning Home It was the morning after Claire's whirlwind trip to deliver her special brand of sexual delight to us all when Rick and I discussed her lecherous invitation. We quickly agreed that stopping in Groton to party with Claire, Spencer and David was certainly well worth spending another night on the road. When we shared our feelings...
I don't know any way to tell the story without first telling you about me. I am Cliff Chandler. In high school, I was looked on as a geek or nerd. My wife of just a little over two years Beverly, Bev, on the other hand, was the head cheerleader, prom queen, homecoming queen, etc. her senior year. Yeah, I know, seems kind of weird doesn't it? While in schoo...
My name is Joe, at least for the purposes of this story. Events depicted did not actually happen and characters are entirely fictional. * I was living in California and working as an inventory clerk for a tuner car shop. I'd studied computers in college and developed a knack with them, and this being the technology-driven age that it is, the inventory sys...
Recumbent Upon a Bed of Thorns Alistair: the final chapter They lie with the warriors, the Nephilim of old, who descended to Sheol with their weapons of war. They placed their swords beneath their heads and their shields upon their bones, for the terror of the warriors was upon the land of the living These sons of Adam had come to my home with larceny in...