Authors Note: Again many thanks for constructive criticisms of my three previous submissions - especially pointing out my errors in spelling, homonyms, person/tense inconsistencies and the ideas of how my stories might have been improved really helped. I hope you enjoy this new submission. Just one note on a convention I use. When a person talks to oneself...
Author's note: This is another tale from true life as told to me by one of my really great friends. Sally and I go back to third grade in school and consider each other as life-long best friends. She now tells me she wishes she'd talked to me about this before she got too involved, but she didn't and life goes on. We, as humans, often don't use up all of o...
Simon and Megan When Simon entered the house Megan was sitting at the kitchen table, she was crying. Simon pulled a chair and sat in front of her, watching her cry while she hid her face with her hands. He waited a few minutes until she had calmed down a little and was able to look at him even as her tears continued to fall on the tabletop. "Well Megan, ho...
I know this is a rather long lead in to a story, but I hope you read it. It explains why I wrote the story. This is my first short story I have written and while I have several other story ideas bouncing around in my head, I don't know that I will write another. (it would have nothing to do with the type of feedback I get in making my decision) I have been...
Chapter 1 I sat at the desk in my home office, still watching the video clip that had arrived anonymously, as an attachment to an unexpected email earlier that morning. I had almost ignored the message, but the subject got my attention. It said: "Urgent: Your Wife is Cheating on You. This is not spam! Read this email!" I ran my virus checker against it and...
The author retains all copyright to and within this story. There is no sex so no need to affirm ages of characters. A slightly longer short story in this series than normal, and one which reflects my mood today, I guess. Enjoy – or not. ***** "Hey Dad, you have a minute?" I looked at my son, and felt that flash of pride that always went through me when...
My thanks to Literotica for being here for all writers and readers. Plus thanks to Randi for her editing skills. * How to describe my uncle Henry? He was a complicated chap. He was really as crooked as anything, yet he would never do anything to wrong another person. Make no mistake, if someone tried to take the piss out of him, he would be an implacable...
Authors Angst... This is not a stand-alone story. In order to understand it, you must read E. Z. Riter's "How High a Price - Another View," Mr. Riter's version of The Troubadour's excellent "How High a Price," With Mr. Riter's permission and The Troubadour's I'm using the characters from both their stories. I have attempted to pick up exactly where Mr. Riter...
THURSDAY 3:45 AM EASTERN TIME After a long and painful wait in the emergency room, the attending physician told me that I had fractured three small bones in my right hand. The doctor said that my hand should heal completely in a few weeks and sent me home with a removable plastic cast and a prescription for Vicodin. When I got home, I took two Vicodin and t...
Chapter 21 – Sisters, Friends and Lovers How swing group discovered, wedding plans, another party Jane and I made love when we got home that night even though it was two-thirty in the morning. Marge begged off from fatigue. She'd had six guys make love to her at the party including me, and that had wiped her out physically. On the other hand, she was th...