I drove carefully through the late evening traffic heading across London towards the Marriott hotel. My head filled with thoughts of murder and all manner of evil doings that I had been contemplating as a suitable response to my situation. Whatever happened in the next few hours at least three people's lives would never be the same, it was still arguable as...
He rubbed his eyes, looked at his fountain pen -- leaking, again -- a puddle of deep blue spreading on the paper. He picked up the pen and threw it in a nearby trash can, then took a little packet of tissues out of his jacket and wiped his ink off the paper and tossed that away, too. He looked at his watch and shook his head, packed up his things and grabbed...
Chapter 3 – The Outdoor Living Room When I got down to the basement, the breakfast buffet wasn't open yet. I walked around, looking at the posters of plays hanging on the wall. Some were Soviet, all (of course) in Spanish. There was a plaque outside the dining room declaring that this was the site where the Young Rebels Organization was founded in 1960. Bac...
Copyright© 2019 by Richard Gerald I do apologize for the delay here, but I was pushed off my schedule by circumstances. I want to thank all the readers who stayed with me through my health problems. This will be my last online story for a while as I have some other work to complete. Please email me if you can, and I will try to answer. I know some people l...
Author's Note: This story has been revised and edited to fit Literotica's submission guidelines. A similar version of this story exists out there but under a different title and with a different ending. Both stories are copyrighted by this author. Warning: THIS IS NOT A FEEL GOOD STORY! There's no happy ending here. So if that kinda of story bothers you or...
Due to the fact that a friend of mine started quoting scenes from the Princes Bride because of the original surname I'd picked for Gabriel and his brother, I decided to change it because I couldn't write it without thinking of the Spaniard who was out for revenge against the man who killed his father. Hope this doesn't confuse too much, but we've gone from M...
He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...
Dear Reader, this story is a fantasy; I could have submitted it under the category: Mature. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please vote and send comments/suggestions. Andrew. I had been working for three years as a systems analyst and developed successful programs for which I was well rewarded. I was looking for a change in the line of work. The Vice President...
This is a story that took place in the swinging 70's. The Vietnam War and the draft were coming to an end. Richard Nixon really was a crook. We were still safe from HIV and AIDS. The internet was only a gleam in Al Gore's eye. The first portable phones were just being developed by Motorola. And General Motors, Ford and Chrysler actually made cars that people...
An account of the early life when Don got married and lived under Pa and Grandpa's roof. My Baptist Life - Don Brown There was a lot of activity in the Brown homestead in the late 40s early 50s as 3 healthy children were born to Jacob and Janet Brown. I was in the middle so had plenty of female support growing up, sometimes painful but always loving. We...