The next month flew by. As much as I begged for time to go by slowly, it seemed to fly by faster. I spent my time, reading or watching TV. Hawk took time off from work to help me prepare my case. Mr. Wallace came over a few times but mainly it was just talking about what to say when I was on the stand and to go over what we talked about the night I got arr...
A naked woman kills a man on Nude Day in a hit and run accident. "I'm dead, I'm really dead, but somehow I'm still alive," I said staring at my dead body. Even though I'm a dead man, literally, I'm grateful that I can still tell my story. Don't ask me how because I'm just as freaked out by all of what has happened, as you are reading that a dead man wrote...
I came across this story some time ago. I was searching Literotica for stories set in Belfast, since it is my home town. I was somewhat shocked by it. It is a non erotic story, and supposedly (from the claim at the start) "mostly true". To me it seemed mostly false, and damagingly so. It portrays Belfast and The Troubles in a light that is so far removed fro...
By Woodmanone Copyright March 2016 This is a true story. I've embellished and dramatized the plot line a little (I couldn't help myself). The basic facts are true and horrific. Mike Harmon is based on a friend who was the Special Investigator in the actual case described in the story. He and others do a difficult job with their own satisfaction for justice...
To the readers: You may want to read the original story, "Was He Guilty?" before reading this story. I will mention a number of things from the first story. If you read the original story, it may make this story easier to understand. I felt that the story was left with to many unanswered questions. A big thank you to Estragon for editing this story. Chapter...
A mad, moaning wind ripped through me. I felt the ice-cold spines of a thousand frozen hailstones slam against my back. My collar was turned up and hat low. I wandered like a forgotten Russian ghost; alone in the snow and the ice and the desolation of the city. The storm had driven the mad, drunken micks inside. Good. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think....
Chapter 37 I passed the turnoff to the Blue Ridge Mountains on my drive up I-75. I knew exactly where I was going. I knew what I had to do. Not that my plans included a hope of getting Katie back, no matter how much I wanted her, needed her, loved her. The plan was simple. Find and kill. Jorge Riaz. Paul Donnelly Sr. Once they were dead, I could do what I w...
Prologue The world is gone, devastated by a mutated strain of the Common Cold that has wiped out approximately 78% of the world's population. Few survived, and those who did have a new world to contend with. Law and Order has collapsed, governments have fallen, and survivors band together for their survival. Race, Ethnicity and Faith are no longer barriers...
The following story is an alternative historical one set in its own universe similar to our own but far better in my opinion. This is the first of many others I will write. Set in 1444 in a place called Cypress Mountain which consisted of a large village of hard-working people and a large castle ruled by a king and queen. Surrounding the area was green gras...
Chapter 1: I am courted The magistrate stared at me and I lowered my eyes, hoping that my welling tears would plead my innocence. "Mary Roper," he said at last, "you are accused of the crime of murder, what do you have to say?" "I am innocent, sir. Mr Chandler was a good master. I would never hurt Mr Chandler." "The defendant will be held in custody while...