I never had any obsessions in life until I turned thirty three. Sure I played too many video games when I was a pre-teen; sure I was preoccupied with football, and not just during football season, when in High School; sure I partied too much in college. But I never felt that I wasn't in control. At thirty three I was basically happily married to Marie, chil...
Boston Massachusetts, 1873 Damnit. It was out and was cutting my tongue. Thirty bouts, and I finally lost a tooth. I prodded the space where it should be and found the jagged remainder sticking out from the gum. On my hands and knees in the center of the ring, I spat the tooth and a mouthful of blood onto the dirt and sawdust. I stared at the wall of the...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL 70. Day Dreaming Stephano was sitting by Patty's side, when he felt a h...
Chapter 39 – Tracy in a plane crash The TV announcer was talking at a rapid rate. Several of the others in the room stopped what they were doing to look at the screen because of the panic in the announcer's voice. " ... the plane had just taken off from St. Louis' Lambert Field. According to local sources, a microburst from a nearby thunderstorm may have...
Please read the previous chapters before wading into this one. I welcome and appreciate all comments, critiques and/or emails; but especially constructive ones. ******************** Chapter Five The cook for the house was a woman of about 50, Amanda Kraft, who had once ran a boarding house in Prescott. The owner sold the place and Mrs. Kraft was out of...
Well, we're almost done with Hana's story. You all have made my first time on the site amazing and enjoyable. I hope you enjoy my little bedtime brain wanders. ************************************************** Kuro stood over the nude body of the young woman wrapped in plastic tarp so carelessly thrown next to a dumpster. Dark bruises tainted her pale tan...
* Warning, this story contains extreme elements and some mild incest-themes. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest finding a different story to read. My first story so any comments, feedback, criticism, ideas or blind hatred is welcomed.* * Eric car was in the driveway when Lisa arrived at her mother's place. It was no surprise, but it was still hard...
This is a continuation of Martha Joins The Group. Everyone had eaten dinner, had a couple of drink, and were paired off for the night. Herb was bedding with Velma, who is my stepmother. My father, Mac, was going to be fucking Emmy Lou, who is Herb's wife. Jim is sleeping with Martha, who is the new Hucow, and I'm with Becky, who is Herb and Emmy Lou's daugh...
Tina's story: Kent and I had been hiking through the park at Clay's Ferry, down to the old locks, and it had been a pretty fun day, sunny and warm on Earth Day of 1972. We'd been down and walked out the old lock gates to the big pilings on the river, just sat there, shooting the shit, before we decided to head back to our apartment. I loved Kent, with all...
I chose to tell this tale is because it has holds a special place in my heart. There is just something special about a female who is no longer a girl but not yet a woman. She was at that glorious stage of life where she didn't know a thing about life but thought she knew it all. Patricia was perfect; if she hadn't been I wouldn't have come to her. Patricia...