1. The slayer was pleased with himself. He'd read it in some spy novel or other: when walking up or down stairs keep to the sides of each step; they're less likely to squeak. These didn't. Now he stood in the open doorway of what was obviously intended as a guest bedroom. The vampire sat on the far edge of a queen-sized bed staring down towards the floor. W...
Author's Note: - there was a character in the previous chapter called Jane who was working in Tina's company, I realized this was too confusing because of the main character Dr Jane and so I've changed the name from Jane to Monica. I apologize for the delay in getting this chapter out and hope to have more chapters completed sooner. ***** Staci rang and sa...
Taking Econ 1 - On the first day of class, Esme and I sat next to each other in row 23 of the Econ 1 classroom. It was an unremarkable thing for two not very remarkable students to do in a stacked lecture hall in a seventy-five year old university building that had seen better days. "Hi, I'm David Smith. " "I'm Esme Phillips. Are you taking this for dis...
"Thanks, Daddy!" my daughter Lizzie called out as she left the house. Both her mother and I had received the same message multiple times over the past few days after getting her a car for her seventeenth birthday. Not only was it a car, but it was new and sporty and would easily take her through college. For the past year, she had used either mine or her mo...
Mary sat in the waiting room at the doctors office. Her husband Steve had just gone back for his colonoscopy. The nurse told Mary she would call her to come sit by her husband's side in about twenty minutes, upon completion of the procedure. Mary thought about the events of that morning, being confronted by Steve about her secret visit to Tommy Robbins apar...
The idea is that teachers, nurses, bus drivers, cashiers— you name it, are all performers in some form or another. Some choose to play their role a bit more thoroughly than others but, usually, human beings tend to put on a smiling face no matter what is going on in their personal lives. Jaime and Layla's story is my attempt to highlight the depths to which...
One good thing about writing is if you make a mistake, all you have to do is hit Backspace to correct it. Real life isn't like that. If you make a mistake, it can cost you a friend. Real life doesn't have Backspace. It's your life. .....Live it the way you like and fuck who you want. The Board of Directors of our little theatre group was having its monthly...
(This is a long section, but we are nearing the end. There is a Chapter 5 to follow shortly that concludes our education. I appreciate your attention to the story so far.) The next few weeks are busy at the garage. My involvement with work helps to take my mind from completely dwelling on the web of relationships I find myself in. I like things simple....
Author's note: This week's story is a little different for me. I wanted to do something that several of you have asked for. A story where the husband doesn't get angry and turn into a Green Beret or MMA fighter and kick everyone's ass. He's just a normal, shell shocked guy with no plans for world domination beginning with ruining his ex and her new man's liv...
I had been feeling kind of ill. Then, one day while I was at work, I went to urinate and the fire that resulted caused me to cry out in sheer agony. It burned like you wouldn't believe. Like a red-hot poker had been rammed right up my pee-hole. I also have funny little bumps all over the head of my cock too. I left work immediately, and went to our doctor....