April ### The Sig roared in my hand, bucked, my finger working the trigger so fast the two booms seemed almost to be one. My eyes processed the holes appear in the paper silhouette downrange, and I sprinted to the next stage, fought to keep my hammering heart rate from jerking my aim all over. Boomboom boomboom boomboom Three more targets perforated, an...
Thanks again to Alianath Iriad and Lastman416 for their constructive criticism, editing prowess, and continued support. Any remaining errors are mine. *** I was excessively, ridiculously happy. Mom smiled every time she saw me, because I was always smiling myself. How could I not? I had another date with Patience. She worked as a waitress, at a family...
Author's Note: This story, 'Calypso,' is an alternate version of a story I wrote for this site years ago under my original handle, bluefox07, called 'The Finer Points of Sheila.' Originally, I had intended to simply polish up and flesh out the original story, but over the years as I worked on it, the story evolved and became its own beast. It became a whole...
This is my first story, so please leave a comment on any positive/negative parts that you found. I have a few large story ideas but a fellow lit author told me to start small with a short story before tackling a large project. So here is my short story, it is really quick into the heated scenes but I tried my hardest to keep a small story going through all t...
{Author's Note: This is the second, and final, part of Married Explorations. Reading part 1 will give background for this part. As always, the characters and errors are mine and all comments are appreciated. I appreciate the assistance of TheWriterZola, although, as I say, all the words are mine.} ***** I don't know why I did it. Why I insisted that I be...
Nina spent the morning sneaking around. She snuck around her house, packing for the trip at an hour too indecent to wake her housemates. She snuck along the sidewalks, around early-morning drunks and coffee-clutching workers, heading for the bus stop. She should have been excited for this summer getaway, and part of her was. But it would be the first time...
This is part two of a four part story. It may be difficult to follow without the first part (Weekend in Amsterdam - Thursday). If you don't like stories where the wife strays from her husband, please read a different story rather than getting irritated! - - - - - - - - - - - Friday Rudi woke early the next morning because he had a photo-shoot to do at th...
At the end of my junior year I felt I had to take a personal inventory. It went: Looks -- average. Maybe better; hard to be objective. Athletics -- average, definitely. Brains -- much better than average, as long as you count only nerd smarts. Assets -- well, no debt (my parents were both successful professionals), and I had a cool old British sports car, wh...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *** Terri Combs stood in front of the Burns & Burns grocery store. The June heat was brutal enough, but the sun was s...
1 - Caught in the Act It had been a long and trying day, and he was ready to relax and enjoy himself. He had showered and shaved, and now he stood in his bedroom barefoot and wearing a terry cloth bathrobe. A playlist of ambient and deep trance music had been set up; the current track's 96 bpm beat pulsed at a moderate volume. His play space was ready: pil...