(as my wife settles into her new dual role as lawyer and streetwalker to a gang things take a surprising turn at the end as a gang member takes her as his own for the weekend. I have taken some of the criticisms about part one and worked on a much more final ending for part two, although there is more to come. Is all of this true? Of course not. Is it all fi...
"Dear Santa," the letter read. "Your latest interview on CNN prompted me to write to you. "First of all, I wanted to say that I was sorry to hear that Mrs. Claus ran off with a young man she met on the internet. Having lived up north, I can appreciate how inviting the glimmering beaches of Rio would be to Mrs. Claus. Secondly, I wanted to congratulate you...
It was Christmas eve when Ellen finished wrapping the last present and put it under the tree. Mike wouldn't be home for at least an hour and Brent, their four-year-old son, was already tucked into bed for the night. "The longest night of the year," she mused aloud, fondly remembering her own childhood Christmas eves. Then with some amusement she wondered w...
Mrs. Mary Christmas-Claus writes Santa to tell him she was very naughty on Halloween. Dear Santa, Oh! You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town. He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty and nice, Santa Claus is coming to town. He knows when you're sleeping. H...
I awoke Saturday morning relieved and disappointed at the same time. Neither Marcus nor Ty had come by after the thug dropped me off, and he hadn't come back either. The empty feeling in my nether region was joined by that now familiar warming feeling. The warmth coursing through my womb confirmed what I already knew deep down. I am pregnant. Whatever day...
Author's note: Many comments have been made about typing mistakes in the first installment of this story. I do accept responsibility for all mistakes. However, I believe that some of the misunderstanding may have been brought about by my sophomoric attempt to create the realism of a black dialect. At any rate, the experiment has been discontinued. In my own...
Thale sat alone in his room and brooded. The brooding came easy – too easy. With Adoran and Enriquah both gone – off to hunt the Liminal Knight known as 101g – he was left board the Victrix, once more climbing up the Chain. Slow. Stately. Plodding. Cloying. Claustrophobic. Thale's palm rubbed against his face and he hissed his frustration as his tail lashed...
This is a Winter Contest story, please vote. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18. There are no characters under the age of 18. * Offering Bob a job, Kris Kringle comes to the rescue to save the day by offering Bob a job. Dear Santa, I've been bad, very bad. I punched my boss in the nose at work and quit before he fired me. After allowing my...
Thump ... Thump ... Thump the bass beat of the music coming from my neighbor's house was louder than ever before. Not only was the music loud but it was that frigging black rap shit again. God I was pissed after having made what seemed like endless trips to that house asking the occupant, a 21 one year old black girl named Angel, to turn down the music. She...
Black Book Diary Entry Kathy holds the distinction of having two first times. She was the first co-worker that I ever had an affair with. We had strict company rules. Any employees caught together in a romantic liaison were fired. Period. No warnings, no excuses, and no unemployment. With all the sexual harassment lawsuits suddenly prevalent, there was zer...