It had taken a good half an hour via taxi to get to this postbox, across the city from Sissy Susie's home. All so Sissy Susie could post five keys to herself, containing the keys that keep her and Sissy Tinkerbell locked in their ridiculous sissy dresses, locked in handcuffs to each other, and locked in the clitty cages that have kept them chaste for the las...
Prologue A Virgin to lie in my bosom, George thought. That'd solve all my problems. Who would believe I'd find an answer like that in the Bible? 1 Kings, King James Bible 1 Now king David was old and stricken in years; and they covered him with clothes, but he gat no heat. 2 Wherefore his servants said unto him, Let there be sought for my lord the king a...
I was just doing some minor fence repairs. Basically, whoever built the fence originally had used a nail gun and these small one inch nails. They did the job for the short term but after a while those little nails worked loose, meaning that the palings tended to come adrift. Accordingly I'd check it every few months and hammer some decent nails in. Any palin...
When the two police officers walked into the apartment, Martha looked around, examining the apartment carefully, looking for anything that might be incriminating. Her eyes fell on something lying on a table in the entryway and she smiled. "Hey, Tim, look at that," she said, pointing. Tim turned and looked, then he smiled, too. He walked over the small table...
You broke the rules. You violated the Student Code of Conduct. Worst of all, you got caught, and now you must face justice. Looking around at the rolling hills of rural Connecticut you take one last deep breath before entering into the Neocolonial brick administration building of Cambria College. Shuffling your feet like a condemned prisoner you make your wa...
The train clatters through the English countryside, past nameless farms and villages. You clutch the letter from the school to your chest, in case anybody recognises it. For one bizarre and irrational moment, you imagine yourself on the way to Hogwarts or some other school of juvenile literature. Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its...
The House on Congress Street was right across from the little park. It was a quiet street in a prosperous Brooklyn neighborhood, sandwiched between Carol Gardens and Brooklyn Heights. Jimmy O'Reilly didn't see any hill in the Cobble Hill district. As far as the Albany attorney could tell, the area was as flat as a pancake with its eastern border fixed by the...
On Thursday, I returned to the courthouse for my first day as a file clerk in juvenile court. I wore my favorite low rise jean mini-skirt with lacy black tank top. As I approached the building I noticed an elderly man struggling to open the door, so I ran to hold it open. “Thank you, young lady.” My mouth fell open as I realized this smiling man was the me...
Muemen opened his eyes and lay enjoying the familiar and constant roll of the sea. The hazy gray light of early dawn seeped into his dark cabin through the cracks and edges of the door and thin brown curtains of the lone, paneless window. He rolled from his hammock and stretched his stiff muscles, scrounged through his bare pantry for a quick breakfast of bl...
Author's Note: Writer's block is the worst. But unfortunately, it happens. Thank you SO much for all the replies when I asked for help! I was taken aback by how many of you responded. Also, your ideas were wonderful, and I'm of the opinion that some of you should write your own stories. They'd be grand and I'd be a reader for sure. Writing action scenes i...