It was a Friday when the six month period ended and the divorce was final. By that time Janet had thrown herself into her work with a vengeance. Her performance was catching the eyes of higher management. With her good performance and confidence at work Janet didn't feel at all guilty about taking that Friday afternoon off. She went to her jeweler. Janet was...
On a dark, bitter, winter's night in Ankh-Morpork when Captain Angua had nothing particular to do, she and Sergeant Littlebottom strolled into Biers, the favorite bar of the Differently Alive (AKA the Undead). The place momentarily went quiet at the sight of Watch uniforms but as soon as the clientele saw (or smelled) who the visitors were, the low-level com...
Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
CHAPTER 1 Although only thirty, Charlie Landers felt he was becoming old before his time. Nothing was going right. His latest girlfriend had dropped him and he was unhappy at work. Three months earlier his parents and sister had died in a car crash. Charlie thought it could only get worse unless he acted to turn his life around. Attempting to get a new lif...
Sometime during the night I was released. That exquisite pain at the point my limbs were release must have dulled my recollection of the events. I'm reasonably sure I was given the Toilet command and I hope I did a good job. In any event, I was still on the bathroom floor when I heard my mistresses stirring around the next morning. I got up, crawled under th...
Amy was surfing the web, and had been doing so for the last five hours. Her real world social life was essentially nil! Her normal weekday schedule was to work her eight to five job, come home, make herself supper, and either get on the Ham radio or surf the web. On weekends or holidays, her schedule was much simpler. She did the wash, did some minor cleanin...
CHAPTER 1 Spring was bursting forth in great beauty on Kentland Farm that had been in Don ownership for eleven generations and the current owner – a grumpy attorney well-known in Boston – was the fifth Don going by the name of Smithfield. One of the many first sons bypassing the ridiculous name of Springfield had been named Donald Don, known as Don Don. He...
Dear Readers: as will quickly become apparent this story is 100% fiction and could never happen. It's just a fucking story! If you can't suspend belief – like you need to every time that you watch a Superheroes movie – you won't enjoy it. ************ I'm Blake Break, a 29 year old of average intelligence who got a college degree primarily the result of i...
"You're not my son anymore and I'm not your father anymore." Dad said bluntly through the last of his eggs and toast. "So what did I do this time?" I asked. "You've been a terrible influence on Jon. He keeps cutting class and going to the mall. And the music. Same crap that you listen to," Dad said. He scraped the yellow off his plate. "That's not my fau...
The Daughter of Frigg Book 2 - A Sister's Heart From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler As told by: Owen Nomrist Alpha - August 9, 1999 "Ahhhhhhh," Cheyenne wailed as she pushed out the last of 10 placenta eggs. She smiled weakly when her job was finished. She was shadow her former self, tired all the time, bony and frail as if she was starving, and in...