Sonu's husband Viswam is a writer. He files his short stories in a folder named 'Stories' in their computer and invites Sonu to read and critique the stories. He welcomes the suggestions she offers. One evening while searching for a misplaced file Sonu quite by accident chanced upon a file rather intriguingly named 'Fiction challenges Fact' in his accounts f...
"Don't forget: be here in my classroom by 5:30 tonight," Suzanne yelled over the commotion of her students packing up their belongings as the dismissal bell rang. Suzanne's school band was having a concert that night, and she had prepared them as best she could beforehand. Now it was up to them to shine. Suzanne was relatively young to be teaching high scho...
The head secretary at Lakeville High School, Cindy Morgan, had been bugging Bret for months to take her sister on a date. But between football season and the tight pussies he'd been involved with lately, he hadn't found the time. To entice the coach further, Cindy finally brought in a photo of her sister, Kara. That's all it took. It was a picture of the two...
The rest of the week flew by as she hadn't seen the kids in almost a week and there were games to play and stories to be read. And there were the nights; nights when Rick was reduced to a quivering wreck. But even though the rest of the week was fun and family time there was always a little of the 'new' Kathleen awake and in her mind and it was kept awake...
This story was inspired by a real event that I was told had happened at a leavers' party. ................................ Every year in the middle of July, on the last night of the term after the exams have all finished, the final-year students at the High School where I teach hold a leavers' party for themselves at one of the clubs in town. By this time...
The Universe Realigns. Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which was told to me by a friend-of-a-friend. Introductions were made and an interview conducted by phone. The story is not mine, I merely set pen to paper and added structure and punctuation to strings of words that were torn from the soul. I am the...
I met Carl in high school. He was my best friend then and he will always be that to me. He had transferred into our school during our senior year from a small town in upstate New York. His dad was a supervisor at the paper mill in town. His mom didn't work. She didn't have to because his dad was kind of a big shot at the mill. He wore a white shirt and neckt...
Jason Summer, the narrator, is a completely fictional person. The stories featuring him are also completely fictional. They have some continuity to them, but are designed to be a series of stand-alone stories that can be read in any order you so choose. Also, Jason Summer lives in a world with no STDs and 100% effective birth control. We do not. Please don'...
From the writer: While in school I went to see a performance of the play 'Our Town' by Thornton Wilder. It captivated me because it lacked any type of scenery, set or prop. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before in the theatre. This minimalist approach to storytelling stood in stark contrast to other plays that attempted to make the action as real a...
I spanked Jackie harder this time but she continued to giggle. "It's ok babe, I don't know why but I just can't take you seriously doing this." she said mirthfully. I looked down at my girlfriend, miffed at first, then I started to laugh with her. We had been together almost a year and we were trying to mix it up. Jackie loved sex and I was always trying...