I put the letter in my purse, still fuming. "Relax, Vicki. You knew this would happen," Fiona sent me. "What was that," Mark asked. "The man who sexually harassed me over the summer is suing me," I said. "The THESE TITS guy?" Of course, Jessica said that a little too loud, which got a bunch of tables looking at me. Her father glared at her. "You kicked hi...
It was a warm Saturday night, and as usual I had a house full of teenagers. I didn't mind, I loved their company, I don't think I ever grew up as most of the time I felt more relaxed hanging with them than I did my "grown up" friends. My teenage son was there, and his older sister, and her fiancé John, and a couple of their mates. We had all been for a drin...
A Note From the Author: XENOMORPH (noun): Latin-derived phrase meaning, "alien shape" or "foreign body." I love science fiction but have very little patience with the question, "is there anyone out there?" Since we've yet to establish any proof that extraterrestrials exist most people seem to fall into one of three camps. The first are the fence sitters, f...
After our last encounter, Emily and I had lain in the grass talking with her cuddled up against me. I had been uncertain as to how she would react to the experience, but apparently it had been exactly what she was after. She had appetites that mainstream society considered to be deviant and had been unsuccessful in finding someone to play rough with. When I...
If you dislike characters that aren't purely good or evil, and if reading about cheating ruins your day, well – this isn't for you. ************* I, Gabriella Warden, grew up in a borderline dysfunctional family. My father Vince was big and tough, a starting middle linebacker three years at a Division I school who might have made it in the pros but for a...
Copyright© 2019 by Richard Gerald This is my submission to the Beyond the Wall of Sleep story challenge. Please excuse the typos. Normally, I give a story a final reading after a week or so, but this has a file by date. I have played with the theme a bit. This is more Hitchcock than gothic, but then that's what I was raised on. * The hill was not high,...
You may recall Margot from a previous story ("An Incredible Night at the Gym"). In case you haven't read the story, here's a brief synopsis. I met Margot at a party. We had no sooner met when she mocked me, insulted me, said I looked wimpy and out of shape. Margot is a striking woman so she already had me at a disadvantage. I wrestled in high school. I work...
~~Damien~~ As the night went on, two things were becoming painfully clear. First, that the hunters were either not in the tunnel, or hiding terribly well. Second, that working with Fiona was extremely distracting. It wasn't that Fiona was too juvenile to focus, or too bubbly to... not bubble around everywhere, but rather Damien's own mind not being able to...
In general, I hope that every Montauk story can stand alone and complete. This breaks that mold, but should hopefully still be enjoyable to new readers. It's intended as a way to say thank you to the people who have been kind enough to stick with the series. Your reading, comments and emails are appreciated. There shouldn't be too much in here that is head-s...
One Month LaterHanauma Bay, Hawaii "That's it, Vicki. Tilt your head to the right a smidge, and arch your back." Click click click, the photographer's camera going rapid-fire as I posed in the knee-deep surf. The tropical breeze felt fantastic on my exposed skin, of which the bikini left a lot. It was much better than back home in Minnesota, where the Pack...