I used to ride with my darling, both before and after we married. It's not easy dating a cop, especially one on midnights. Or being married to one. We joked that our honeymoon lasted nearly until he retired because we only spent one night in four together. At that time the city had a Civilian Ride-along Program, to promote better community relations. Since...
“Augh… another long day at the office…” Shuichi Saihara sighed to himself as he leaned back in his office chair. His black suit, short black hair, and blue tie reflected off the dark computer as it powered down and he began to gather his things into his leather bag to go home. His silver eyes were tired and withdrawn from staring at a computer screen all day...
I, Bill Wilkerson, met Tamara O'Neal in Downtown Denver, just a few blocks from the 16th Street Mall after a Colorado Rockies game in 2007; we were both 26 years old then. It was a warm summer Saturday late afternoon and the Rockies had swept a three-game series against the Giants and Denver was rockin'. Tamara was rockin'. She is a looker, one of those girl...
The name is Peterson Samson. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Today, I turned twenty. My boys from the school football team got me a nice gift. A black leather jacket with red buttons. It's gonna look good on me once the New England winter comes in. I'm originally from Atlanta City in Georgia, so I've basically never seen snow befo...
This is a sequential story you will need to read the previous Parts before this Part will make sense. I broke this story up into Parts to accommodate L's request to make into parts. This is my very first story I've ever written. I'm an Engineer so I tend to be techno/detailed, hope it does not distract from the story too much. Some of the items in the stor...
I'm Allie, 56-year-old wife & mom. My 25-year-old son likes to bring some of his friends over that are 18-25 and make me act all flirty with them and dress up in stuff like short shorts and miniskirts. In real life I'm a fairly conservative, short, bubbly blonde... a bit like a cute little muffin see and I've mentioned earlier how my son and his friend totes...
Readers comments are greatly appreciated. * * * * * Gingerly, Layla Blake crept up those last twisting steps to the dark, secluded deck. Layla slowly moved closer to the indistinct mumbling which came from inside the French doors. Each agonizing step forward, all Layla could think about was how she would break the news to her father of his wife's, her moth...
Author's note: This is yet another new venture for me. Its genesis is history, in the seventies, but with a healthy sprinkling of imagination. My loving thanks to my ever-tolerant muse and editor. Thanks also to all those who trouble to read this. I hope I've written something you can appreciate. NB: Edinburgh has many more vegetarian restaurants now tha...
Sneaking through the dark dusty backstage area at the OmniTheatre, I was beginning to feel lost -- what if I couldn't find the dressing rooms? "I played here," said the six-inch ghost of Frank Zappa sitting on my shoulder. "Dressing rooms are back that way." I turned and headed in the direction he pointed. It was going great! Soon I'd be in the dressing ro...
Hi Wako's I was going to just post a comment about the story "John Carter". After typing for a while I found myself getting carried away with my comment. I then decided to post it as a humor-satire story. I asked for H2Owader's permission. This is the email I sent to H2O; Dear H20wader ©, I love your screen name. If I used WaterWader, would that be an in...