"I like mine with lettuce and tomato," I sang to myself as the hamburger sizzled in the frying pan in front of me. "Heinz fifty-seven an' French fried potatoes." I leaned over to check the French fries in the oven. "Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer, well, good god almighty, which way do I steer for my-" Before I could break into the chorus, the pho...
I, Vampire Part 2: Homecoming My name is Thomas, my story began in the minor work, “I, Vampire, Beginnings” it continues here in. Homecoming It had been more than sixteen years since I had seen my home – my mortal family. They would have changed, grown older, while I would not have changed at all. My journey home had been a long and convoluted one, I wa...
JEN: A GIRL, A CAR, A ROAD: GETTING HER KICKS ON ROUTE 66 © CHAPTER 2 Bloomington [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With the exception of the historical places and people, all oth...
After one of the most exhausting weekends of her life and all the fuss with Andi, Cassie was relieved to get back to work. Yet again Cassie had spent longer at the hospital the day before than she'd planned, simply because Andrea's parents needed a break to head back to their hotel and get some sleep. Cassie stayed by her best friend's bedside all day, doi...
Another Valentine's Day contest entry from me. I did think to use this scene as the precursor to a multi-chapter series. There was a lot of potential in subsequent scenes where Warren could enhance his sexual repertoire, but I got bogged down in the Granny's Dirty Photographs series recently and wanted to spread myself across a few more Lit story categories...
After a month of working in the strip club and frequently working the booths with Molly, she approached me with an idea, she wanted to start doing private parties on the side and she wanted me to work with her. I had heard some of the other girls at the club talk about doing work like that and it seemed that it was way safer if you took someone else with you...
No. I had no reason to complain. Things were going amazingly well. That last soliloquy remained to be written and that would determine the final, overall cast of the play, but that was all. I was stubbornly holding onto that, having some ambiguous feelings about my characters, or maybe I just liked making everyone nervous. The play was quite simply a pheno...
I had been looking for a job for almost a year. I was almost finished with my Ph.D., but things didn't look too good. Then out of nowhere I heard about a small college that needed someone just like me. I applied, and they offered me an interview. I had another graduate student cover the class I taught, and I arranged with my professors for notes for the clas...
This story is a sequel to the three part story about Strider, and information about her and her friends, including details of their appearances, are included there. In order to avoid redundancy, I have omitted them from this episode. For the next three Saturday afternoons, Buffy drove from the college dormitory to The Pony Farm with her friends, Tara and...
For the second consecutive growing season, the monsoons had failed to arrive over the Indian rice paddies. Without the heavy annual rainfall, the Nalwali family had been unable to produce their customarily bountiful crop of top quality rice. It was the proceeds from the rice crop that allowed the Nalwali family to not only survive but to provide the resourc...