"Freefall," Rebecca Quinn thought to herself as the elevator lowered her and her Husband down to the lobby of her office building so they could go have lunch together. "Freefall...That's just what my life feels like right now," she had to stifle a perverse chuckle at the irony of the comparison between the elevator and her place in life. Rebecca had been m...
Author's note: No sex, more build-up. Do you hate me yet? Chapter 2: The Worker's Paradise Work. The eternal bane of my existence. I am convinced that I was born not to work. I watch people slip in and out of the store, making the most of their lunch breaks. How can these people live like this? This is the most unnatural life. Speaking of unnatural life, T...
"Let's go you guys! You're gonna be late for school. Jenny? Patrick? Come on, I'm not kidding. Get a move on." Kennedy Cooper was packing lunches and making sure homework folders were signed and put back in their book bags as she tried to finish a piece of toast and a cup of coffee. She loved her brother and sister, but they could be a royal pain in the butt...
A Note To My Usual Readers: Although I have submitted up to this point nothing but erotic stories, I have always been more invested in the telling of stories more than the sex. Sometimes I think I succeeded, and sometimes I failed, but I always learned from my every attempt. In this story (a simple short story), I depart from my usual to write a non-erotic s...
You wake up, yawning. Another day, you think to youself. You look around your room, your vision still blurry. You sigh, you're so tired of waking up alone everyday, in the same damn room. There's no fun in that! You press yourself against the mattress, enjoying the comfy, warmy feeling. This is heaven, you think, and feel like you're almost falling asleep ag...
Katherine pushed down on the horn of her BMW, waiting while the old fart with the handicapped tag tried to parallel park. People on the street were staring at her, until she let go of the horn and sped off down the road. She resisted the urge to give the old guy the finger as she passed his car. Katherine was having a bad day, but then most days sucked. The...
Oscar Vinson spent most of his time in prison either in solitary or in the infirmary. Convicted sex abusers of children have trouble making it out alive. His minor martial arts skills were no match for the numbers and the street fighting skills of his various assailants. Somehow, he gave a good account of himself and managed to survive the beatings, torture,...
Four months. I couldn't believe it, it happened again in only four damned months! My finger traced each line of the letter, my lips moving as I read, quickly, scanning it, my heart racing as I felt the old wound resurface. It was her again, I recognized the handwriting. This bitch was enjoying his company on every trip. She was even parading around as his wi...
Chapter 1 I locked the shop door for the final time, 4.30pm Christmas Eve. That was it, officially retired at just 45 years old. If I was honest I didn't really know what I was going to do now. I wasn't relishing retirement, just sitting doing nothing. I suspected I was going to be lonely! I went round the back of the shop and got into my new SUV, a reti...
My name is Lionel. I'm a tall, good-looking, nineteen-year-old black man. A mocha-skinned, curly-haired, pretty-faced brother who routinely makes heads turn. That's just me, babes! I live in Boston and I'm an easy-going, fun kind of guy. Many people would call me a thief and a liar. I choose to think of myself as an entrepreneur. The kind of man who grabs an...