I had long since ceased to fantasise about Bina, the flame that inspired me to the impressive heights that I ultimately achieved in life. I would never have thought that a general strike called by a few political parties in a major metropolis of India would bring into my life an experience that almost half a century of my earlier existence had not. I was o...
THis is my first story involving this subject. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you for stopping by and as I always say, comments are not only welcome, but appreciated! Help me become a better writer! I had just stumbled into a bar, on the corner of 43rd St. and main, depression hitting me at the core of my soul. The consistency of my life had just taken a ha...
Listening to the end of a Metallica song, he was in a groove, pounding out some hardware description code for the new design when he heard the sound of a screeching baby overtaking the grind of Kirk Hammett's axe. He lifted the headphones off one ear to make sure everything was OK. The sound of the bathtub filling alerted him; apparently the new nanny was gi...
Chapter One Princess Perky in Turmoil Tears obscured Nicole's vision as she drove down the single lane highway that Wednesday night. The usually perky and bubbly DJ and Karaoke hostess was uncharacteristically miserable. She had held it together from Sunday until now and once she no longer had to hold things together and be perky and friendly for customers,...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
The incessant pounding of rubber soles to pavement thumped focus. Then determination. I can do this. I will do this, each stride seemed to say. I must do this, thought the runner, why I don't know, but I won't rest until the training is done and the race is complete. The sweltering heat was relentless. Lelanni wanted it that way. Anyone can train at six in...
Author's note: This pre-1890 historical romance tells of actual notable people. All sex involves live humans aged 18+, even the whores AFAIK. The text contains casual racism and sexism and very little explicit human sex; if you object, stop reading. Plant sex is pretty muted too. Stilted speech patterns are intentional. Views expressed are not necessarily th...
Coco Reynolds was finally finishing her first shift at The Last Stop diner in a tiny little town called River's Bend. Her feet were killing her. The owner had been nice enough to hire her right off the street, even without any previous experience. One of the other waitresses had been especially unfriendly to her, being less than helpful in regards to teach...
Sarah made the plane in good time. The ticket said 'business class'. The seminar organizers had made all arrangements, and it seemed they wanted their presenters in a good frame of mind. "A nice touch," she said to herself as she settled in with her manuscript in her lap and a glass of champagne her hand. Arrival The hotel room also turned out to be first...
I wanted to call this “Brian’s Dong” but Dennis said that would have been far too facetious. I’m not the English Teacher that Dennis is. Anyway Denny asked me to write this stuff down like he did and post it on his page because like he tells me, we were all connected and still are. It was cool how we all came to live together like we did in 1986. We had a b...