As the weekend approached Willie Froehlich began to have apprehensive feelings about sitting down to dinner with Fraulein Dietz and her friends. She seemed to associate with some of the most ugly and uninteresting people in the world and he could predict that none of them would care a dot about reading good books or be interested in art. It seemed doomed t...
Sorrel, as a result of miraculously good timing, had escaped, at least for the time being, the eager scalpel of Hadamar's most infamous doctor, but her safety, like all things, was ephemeral, a momentary interruption in what might still be a long painfully slow and odiously ugly submersion into the abyss. Questions arose about Sorrel. Did she know things?...
Author's Note: Hello, everyone! How have we been? This is the last chapter! Did you all enjoy the series? Being the last chapter, I simply must thank each and every one of you who read, enjoyed, voted, commented or mailed me during the course of the series. It was fantastic to get such a positive response from you all, and I might not have finished the stor...
Following my enlightenment I woke the next morning to birdsong and breakfast. I had slept in later than usual and even before I opened my eyes I sensed the sun already flooding into my room. Sitting at the end of my bed in a short chemise and choker I watched Kitty a moment as she held a crumpet in one hand and a buttery knife in the other. She made a littl...
NO NEED FOR AN APOLOGY One thing that was true of Avery's city was this: it never slept. Early morning. Late night. Middle of the afternoon. There was always noise. People speaking in various languages. Klaxons blaring in the air. It was a venerable nexus of different cultures, peoples, and ideals. People were both angry and friendly. It was Monday, the sta...
All characters involved in the following story are over eighteen. Please note that this is a work of fiction, not based on any real persons or places, and certainly not intended to excuse acts of non-consensual sex under any circumstances. Do not read on if you are likely to be offended by explicit material. Copyright© 2016 ArbagastLives. * * * * How Nei...
Author's Note: I'M BACK! Here's my latest. It's a one shot thing, so enjoy. This one took me awhile. It was very emotional to write, and perhaps a bit too honest for the period I was going through. You might call this story my therapy. It certainly saved me from writing harsh words to a certain someone. You know who you are. Enjoy, and thanks for being so pa...
With heartfelt thanks to Bill Kipling Jack Bateman sat in his den. His blue eyes were unfocused as he stared at the TV screen. The local news broadcast was white noise to him, a murmuring backdrop to his thoughts. The glass of Pilsener stood ignored beside his chair, the remote control lay forgotten in his hand. He had seen her today. When amongst people,...
"How long is it since you last had sex?" Sarah asked Rachel. "Too long," Rachel replied. "It's a couple of years since I split up from my boyfriend, and I haven't gone out with anyone since then for long enough to end up sleeping with them." "Well that's not a problem," Sarah said. "Just go out to a club, find a guy, take him home, let him fuck you. Easy."...
Everywhere we looked, whether it was close up or a faraway panoramic view, it was like something you'd find on a postcard. The scenery was so stunning; so spectacularly beautiful, that it took my breath away. And Ann was having the same reaction to it that I was. "Slow down baby...I can't focus the camera as fast as you can. I'm messing up." I laughed as I...