My father had disowned me in June of 1975, and my psychiatrist had apparently decided I was just too much to deal with, insisting I never appreciated his help during my transition. Because those two people provided so many links in my previous life, I felt I needed to leave them behind and move on with what was left of 'my life' if there was such a thing. I...
©2013-2017 Embers "Open wide," Vibha said, pushing the metal ring between my lips and straining them uncomfortably wide. I felt the tingle of blunt spider-hooks digging into my jaw. I knew full well that the worst was yet to come. "Last time, you put up such a fuss. Good thing I stopped by the hardware store..." she said as she picked up a six-inch stainle...
Internet cafes are a dying phenomenon. When the internet was new and connections were expensive they flourished, but once prices of connections and the equipment fell into the range where they were cheaper than television sets it wasn't long before just about every home had one and the only people that needed internet cafes were visitors from overseas with a...
Author's Notes: Happy Early Thanksgiving! ***** Chapter 1: I glided across the ice, maneuvering the puck with my stick as if I were weaving in between defenseman. Suddenly turning, I sliced my skates through the ice and sent a shower of fresh snow in the air. I drew my stick back against the puck, forcibly bringing it down and giving the puck one hell of...
Note: This was originally released in three parts. Part 1: Kim Jerry could see his wife's cheeks turning red with anger. 'Oh no,' he thought. 'Here we go again. And in a crowded restaurant too.' "This, this, this is why no one should have voted for Bush." Kim's voice grew louder with each word until half the restaurant was turning to stare at her. "That d...
CHAPTER 1: FALSEHOODS I had taken to calling her 'Vi', short for Viper of course, but if any coworkers asked me who I was dating, I could tell them it was short for Violet, or Victoria. She didn't seem to have a real name, or at least none that a human tongue could pronounce. Her visits had become routine since discovering that I lived in the same city she...
An introduction: This is my first shot into the world of Loving Wives. The story below is pretty close to being a factual retelling of something that happened a few years ago. I didn't put any dates on it except for the months in which it occurred. There is some mention of recording devices and GPRs at one point. They aren't an intrinsic part of the story,...
I extend a happy haunted Halloween to all. AGENT OF STALK IN L.A is the prequel to AGENT OF STALK IN PRAGUE. Whatever order you choose to read them in, both stories are self-contained, neither betrays the secrets of its sister tale, but I wrote the L.A. story second. PRAGUE was narrated from Clive Mercer's hardbitten point of view, but in L.A. I wanted Mer...
[note: this completes the story, with a new chapter presented here with the original, earlier chapters. I'd consider this a version 1.0 effort for now, too, and at about 115 pages, it's not a short read. Also, while there are loose romantic elements, I'd consider this more sci-fi and properly considered as belonging in the non-erotic category.] Mystères élé...
Summer of '83 +++++ Yet another hot and sticky day, it wasn't quite as oppressive as it had been in recent weeks. It may have been over three weeks since our part of the world started baking in the current heat wave; but only two weeks since things had really heated up at my younger brother's downtown apartment. The past two weeks spent with the baby offere...