I wasn't sure what category to put this story in. This is a story where a number of murders take place. In other words, this is a 'Who done it?' type of story. You may not want to read this story if you don't like this kind. A special 'Thank You' to my friend Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1: 'It was a dark and st...
What Happens When Rubber Meets the Road with a Common Fantasy? While this is my own work, the original 'seed' of the idea was from sirhugs, who gave his permission for someone to do the story. I accepted the challenge. It's a bit rushed, but I hope you like it. If it proves to be popular, I may continue the story. ----- "Does it really matter?" The wo...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** 'School Lunch' was painted on the side of the faded yellow school bus as Bailey Cooper approached. Walking around, the eighteen year old girl was amazed to see the line of people waiting to step up into the open buss. The side had been modified so...
The patrol car rolled up silently, unnoticed by the scruffy man leaning against the parking meter. He was engrossed in a conversation he was holding with another man, this one neatly dressed in a suit and tie. A young police officer in the passenger seat leaned out of the open window and said, "Hey fella, there's no panhandling allowed." After straightenin...
People always say your life can change in an instant, but I thought they meant something drastic had to happen, like a car accident, or maybe a blood vessel burst in your brain. Or it could be that something really lucky happens, such as being spotted by a talent agent, or winning the lottery. I didn't know that your life could change in an instant but that...
Chapter 1 It wasn't my fault. I didn't come home early. The only thing I can think is that they must have lost track of time. I wasn't prepared for what I found. We'd, my wife and I, made love that morning before I went to work and there was no strange car parked outside our home when I arrived back from work, so I was clueless as to what was happening. Wh...
This essay is the antidote to the mind-numbing horde of self-help gurus clogging up the best seller list with their recycled platitudes and hyphenated feel-good life-strategies. Have you ever known anyone who actually benefited from a self-help book (besides the author?) It's time to get real, folks. It's time to embrace a life-strategy that follows the path...
My good friend StangStar06 recently published a romance (8 Mile) about a homeless woman with red hair, just like there is in this one. The stories themselves are different and I actually wrote this story months ago but only recently finished editing it. I just didn't want anyone to think I had stolen any ideas. ROCHELLE It was a chilly night but not col...
"And the award for 'Most Prolific Male Swinger' goes to...!" The tension is so thin, it's anorexic. Onstage, monumental statues of gleaming cocks reach toward a ceiling higher than Ken Kesey. The female MC ― clad in a dress made of used condoms ― clutches a 28 inch Thuringer Sausage, centered between a pair of balls, each the size of a fully-grown human br...
Trish, my wife of a dozen years, had just returned home from dropping our two kids at their grandparents when the temperature started to drop. The forecast called for a deep cold snap and we planned to enjoy it by spending our time with a glass of wine by the warm fire before moving to the bedroom. "Wine!" she called out from down the hall as she changed....