Michael ... He knew reunions were supposed to be happy times. A chance to meet former classmates, friends from a bygone era (that era being the late-1970's). To catch-up on all the 'old times' (which he couldn't remember anything particularly good about them), reunite with old friends (he had none that he could clearly recall) and reminisce about the old sc...
Matthew Goodwin's pencil hovered over the blank page like the spear of some angry god ready to strike down from the heavens and forever leave its mark on the world of mortal men. If only, the much more human Matthew hadn't been experiencing a king-sized case of writer's block at that moment. He might have been leaving just as indelible a mark on the litera...
Regina Gerald was packing her son's bag for a three week basketball camp, and trying not to let her emotions get in the way. It was her first time letting her son go to a summer camp, and the distance made it impossible for a visit. Although he would spend time at his Grandparent's house, four days was not three weeks. The unfinished bottle of wine she had...
First and foremost I want to thank PapaGus for his editing on this and sage advice. Speaking of advice, I want to give a special thanks to Jounar for giving me a sounding board early on in this one. This one is not loaded with sex so if you are looking for fap material, this likely won't do it. If you are looking for a good story, I hope this suits you and I...
My old man mind can't remember where I'd heard it before, oh not the phrase itself everyone's heard that! I'd heard that it was a kind of writer's joke. That phrase, 'it was a dark and stormy night'. It's a juvenile way newbie writers used thousands of times to try and build tension or suspense at the first part of a book or story. Much like the rusty hinges...
I do apologize for the random Chapter inserts in the posts. I have this typed in its entirety and am editing as I write re-write and post - it gets a bit crazy, but hopefully the meaning is not lost. Again, thank you so so much for the kind words and encouragement, feel free to question and critique - please post comments I am still learning as I go and havi...
After dropping Priya off at her house next door, Donna and I showered and crawled into bed, I laid there, wide awake for a while looking at the ceiling. It occurred to me that I had forgotten to remove Jacob's surveillance camera from the ceiling fan. I glanced up at it as I thought, 'Oh well, fuck it. I'll get it tomorrow'. I knew the camera was infrared so...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is an offshoot of my ongoing story, Mike & Karen. While not completely necessary, being familiar with that story (and Alex & Alexa) will no doubt help mightily. R...
"You should celebrate. We should celebrate," her best friend, Bonnie, said, all cheery and upbeat. "Celebrate? You've got to be joking." "Hey. Getting divorced isn't the end of the world. It's...it's a new beginning. It's a different door opening when the old one closed. It's..." "Bonnie? Can you please give it a rest?" "Sorry. I'm just trying to cheer y...
By the time she dragged herself from the bed and then emerged from the bedroom, she was proud of herself for being mostly clothed...although she hadn't put on her boots or done much of anything with her hair yet. And there was John, long dressed and mostly done with making breakfast. He was wearing his shoulder holster, which meant that he planned to take a...