Tales From The Psych Ward 07 - Again a Witness by The Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the son...
I was tired and I was also low on gas. It was 11:45 according to the dashboard clock. I'd been driving since 6 that morning. The reflectors on the road were dazzling and putting me to sleep. Fortunately, I passed a sign reading "Gas/Food/Snacks! 24 hours! Next Exit". I pulled onto the ramp and waited a few seconds when I reached the stop sign at the bottom....
It was Saturday night. One knock at the door and Rochelle swung it open, immediately taking me into an affectionate hug to her firm chest. A full head of deliciously scented red hair buried my face against her shoulder. My lips wanted to taste the silky white skin of her elegant neck. That's what I'd drafted into my erotic story featuring she and her husband...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, that's how that famous line from the song 'Shadow of the Day' by my favorite band Linkin Park goes. I can't help but realize that it totally applies to my life, especially now that I'm Undead. Oh, snap. I'm getting ahead of myself again. My name is Omar Abdullah Clarence, my friends call me O.C. and I'm a Detroit dude stuck...
The snow flakes covered the silent city - and the earth seemed to stand still when the chiming of bells became audible through the frosty night air. Patricia was standing at the window, watching the icy crystals paint mysterious patterns on the window sill while her hot breath fogged her vision of the tar and feathered outside. For her the wintry white cover...
I heard about the play from a friend. I had done some acting before, but I was no professional. This was amateur theater. You didn't get paid. Everyone volunteered. It was a lot of fun, though, and you sometimes even got to work with people who really had talent. I drove downtown to the theater one evening. It was a small theater, an old bank building, I th...
I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Add to that, that I can't leave a story alone and play around with it once its been returned by them. Anyway I take full responsibilit...
Notes from the author: Hello again my lovelies. First thing to note is that if you have not yet read my series "See Through Me", now might be a good time. However, if you prefer the Star Wars approach, that might work too. I won't be formatting my story to cater to that though. Second thing is that this chapter will feature characters from my first series,...
Once again, huge thanks to Todger65 for helping me edit! ***** The tunic Draeseth chose to wear to lunch was one that looked like it was made to go with her gown, black with the same flowers as her dress, embroidered in her dress' shade of grey. Walking through the halls and courtyards on his arm, Isonei felt giddily happy. Getting to bring her Draeseth in...
Chapter 1: I was sitting in my apartment in NYC drinking a couple beers feeling sorry for myself after being dumped by my college girlfriend when I got a call from an old high school friend convincing me to attend our 5 year high school reunion at a local bar. "Why not, could be fun" I thought to myself as I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door. The...