The rain is pouring down outside ... it's been going on for a few days now and everything is soaked and muddy and cold. I open the car door and slam it shut while sprinting the short distance to the video store, trying in vain to stay as dry as possible. My shirt is soaked through, my jeans as well, I sigh and ruffle my short hair with my fingers ... instea...
'Ah. Mrs Preston. Do come in.' The Headmaster rose slightly from behind his large desk but the late-afternoon light flooding in through the windows behind him made it difficult for Mrs Preston to see him properly. There was, however, no mistaking his rich authoritative voice. 'It's Dale, isn't it?' 'Delia,' Mrs Preston said. The Headmaster turned his he...
This chapter introduces a new complication. As with the first chapter, this chapter is mostly autobiographical, to the extent that I am keeping it as autobiographical as I remember it. *********** I had recently gotten a job with the continuing ed office at the university to proctor some distance learning courses. This was in the days before Skype, so the...
"Last call" the bartender says as I down my ninth shot of jack and sip on the remainder of what's left of my overpriced Long Island ice tea. "You sure you don't need me to call you a cab?" the bartender asks. Drunkenly I slur, "No I'm good. I can call a friend." He nods in agreement and lets me finish my drink in peace. I debate on who to call, who would...
Your man: Isn't he great? He swept you off your feet, looks after you, is always there for you when you need him, always keen to help around the house. He buys you flowers and jewellery all the time, and takes you off on romantic weekends to far away exotic sun kissed destinations. He tells you how beautiful you are, and how much you mean to him. He neve...
Important Notice: On my vacation just now, I found out that I lost some of my fun at writing ever since posting what I created, because I always thought about what would be good for the readers. Something I never did in the years before. I wrote a story just as it came to my mind once again and can tell, that it does far more to relax me than what I did in t...
David Cross was a Jewish looking man, too Jewish if you asked some people, and was quite obviously balding. Both of these, however, were part of his charm. The final third of his charm consisted of Arrested Development's inability to afford a steady cam, or perhaps a tripod. Though, in retrospect that's more part of Arrested Development's charm, rather than...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
Physical appearance: Hermione- As you'd expect really. Slender, pretty and her trademark curly locks. As far I know Hermione was never a C-cup originally, but I could be wrong, either way she is one here. She's gotten a lovely in-ward curve on either side of her waist, aka hourglass figure. A really nice arse, cuppable in the hands but firm and don't look ou...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. The Watcher, Asmodatu, appears to us on an alien landscape. "I am Asmodatu the Watcher" he told us, "like Uatu, I have observed the rise and fall of civilisations, worlds, galaxies. I know all that is, most of what has been and much of what will be. I also have many windows into the stran...