Copyright Neonurotic The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # "Huh?" A nudge at my shoulder roused me from sleep. I yawned then stretc...
Tricksters are often the most reviled of all the Gods. They are most commonly found meddling in the lives of mortals. Victor brushed his hair behind an ear and took a sip of bourbon. A double with a single ice cube. The bar he sat in was quiet, with only a handful of people in the place, and none of them near the booth Victor sat in. Victor was, by all acco...
So twice a week the boys who were to play the Red Indians in Miss Cuff's school drama had to drag themselves down the echoing corridors of Grover Cleveland High and report to Miss Assam, the principal's secretary. They stood in front of her beetroot red and shuffling. She would mark their names, flash them a grim smile and send them to the second door on the...
The Indian summer was well past. It was a fine day but cold, the wind biting as Dennis and Tony came out of a side lane, crossed a road and entered a half-timbered pub for lunch. A good walk in the morning but not at all the sort of day for a swim and a wander naked in the woods. The closest they had come to their companionable nudity and wanking of the summ...
"Yawwwwwwwwn! Sooooo bored. What am I doing home alone on a Friday night? I could be out partying somewhere but honestly I don't feel sociable. If I had my own place I could invite guys over. Living with my Mom and David puts a cramp on things unless they're gone. Well, my Mom at least. David is open to my desires after I gave in to him. He won't tell me no...
"So was it the experience with Paula that led you to go after us well-seasoned broads?" Gloria said during a break in their next session. Dale scowled at that description, but said, "Yes, I guess so. It just made me realize how stupid men are for leaving such wonderful creatures as her—and you!" "That's nice of you." She had said it in her usual cynical...
*Thank you all for your continued support, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.* As her classic VW bug puttered into the parking lot, Julia caught sight of a parking space next to a Hummer and smoothly pulled into it. Grabbing the basket off of the passenger seat, Julia got out of the car and locked the door behind her. As she reached the door of the softwar...
I awoke to the sound of Michelle crying softly next to me, her sobs shaking the bed just enough to stir me. It had been a marathon fuck before bedtime and I had been sleeping the sleep of the mostly dead. Reflexively I checked the clock (1:42 AM) and reached over to make sure my .45 was still in place on the nightstand. It was. And the pre-Wilson, Nashville-...
Every story of one’s self is a fiction. But one can at least try to speak some truth. I write here not as a woman speaking for all women, but only for myself. Take from it what you will. It is hard to know where to begin, for there is no beginning, really. I have constructed this visual and textual journal as a way of exploring, putting into words and image...
I remember the first time I met my husband Ramon. I was 18 and have made my parents angry at that time learning I got pregnant by my ex-boyfriend George. "Claire, why expose such right now? Ramon here is a new neighbor and has just been here a week. Ramon, sorry for this very awkward dinner conversation." mother said so infuriated yet calm. "Young lady, how...