"Not here!" Izzy was begging in her pipsqueak voice. But Buddy wasn't listening. He was grinning that mischievous dimpled grin she couldn't resist and pulling her into the closet. The closet was big enough to fit a few people, despite the books stacked up, the coat hanging that smelled of cigarettes, and the hanging lamp they had to keep pushing out of the...
"Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the wide world of almost, kind of, but not real sports. I'm your host Bob Onit joined now by my broadcast partner Harry Dick. Harry we have got quite the event in store for the viewers tonight." Bob says. "That's right Bob. We've got a first in the world of almost, kind of, but not real sports. Tonight we'll witnes...
"Yes, but let's not forget that I earned that special night out," Angelina responded. "Hmmm...refresh my memory," asked a quizzical Harry. "Oh, c'mon, Harry. It was that time when you met that hick superintendent from Texas at a conference in the city, got drunk and invited him to tour Riverdale so he could see what kinds of administrative ideas he could a...
Harry woke, looking at the ceiling of his room. He lifted his hands to his face. He didn’t have his eye mask on. He scrunched his forehead in confusion; he always had his eye mask on. ‘What on earth?’ He rolled over, bumping into another body. ‘Tom! No, it couldn’t be. It was just a dream.’ Harry thought to himself, then spoke out loud. “Computer increase li...
Harry Johnson sat on a park bench. The day was sunny and warm for November, only a trace of chill in the air. Still, he noticed most people had a light jacket with them, either on their bodies, draped on their arms, or tied around their waists. Harry was the typical recent retiree. Since he'd left teaching last year (389 days ago, to be exact), he'd tried t...
"How do you know?" Harry asked hanging on the rack of clothes. "I just do," answered Corinne not even bothering to glance in his general direction. "How the hell do you know if a shirt will fit you if you don't go and try it on first?" Harry pressed. "It just baffles me. The amount of clothes you return to the store after trying them on at home, the store...
Harry sat down at his desk, signed on to his computer, and opened his e-mail box. The first message was from Ed Slate. It said, "Got the pic. I don't know her, but I know of her. It's a long story. Call me." At that moment he heard Gloria's voice on his intercom. "I've got Ed Slate on line one, Harry," she said, "pick up and I'll be right in." "Olivia, s...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. Harry felt fingers reach back around his head and loosen the blindfold, pulling it away from him. The black turned to dark gray. He then felt fingers peeling pads off his eye sockets, pads tape...
Harry hated Halloween, it was just one of those times of year that reminded him he was different. For someone trying to blend back into society, fitting in was very important and Harry's refusal to have anything to do with Halloween hampered him from fitting in. So while throughout his office people were wearing costumes and getting ready for the Halloween p...
As always, this story is entirely the product of the author's sick and demented mind. The story is the final phase of Harry Dick's Christmas Story, written at the suggestion of a number of writers on Literotica. My thanks to DanielleKitten for her read as I was composing this little tale and anyone else who gets a chuckle from my character's antics. For thos...