INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER: As you might have gathered from the title and description, its time for a trip back to 1957, and the long-gone days of poodle skirts, bobby sox, pony-tails, diners, drive-in movies, classic cars, rock & roll music and juke boxes. Robbie is a young man who escaped from his awful family and rents a room from a married couple, when t...
"This is how you’re handling the situation? A little game of Twenty Questions?" Collins turned the laptop around to show the man in his office doorway the report it displayed. The most prominent features of the report were the photos of two female students. Standing in the office door, Constable Takashi Nomoko blinked through his thick eyeglasses. Twenty Q...
Copyright SleeperyJim 2018 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. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 ye...
Ian woke at the crack of noon with his muscles feeling tight, slightly burning as if he'd just gotten back from an intense workout. 'Though...' His eyes popped open in surprise when he realized his body wasn't sore. In fact, he felt refreshed --like he'd just slept ten hours instead of less than half that. He noticed his newest companion was awake next to hi...
My name is Mike. I'm 50, married with two small kids and a beautiful 26-year-old wife, Ashley. She is a stay at home mom. We live in a gated community outside of Las Vegas. Our home is a sprawling 3500 sq. foot colonial. My career affords us every luxury. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my knockout wife was employed in this town at one time as an exotic enterta...
To my Editor, thank you so much for agreeing to walk this journey with me. I have learnt so much in that short time. Thank you for your guidance, edits, comments and reactions :-) they have made me feel appreciated and built my confidence as a writer. Hey, guys, this is my first story. I would really appreciate some feedback and constructive criticism. *...
[Note: By Lifting Winds Forgot and The Ceremony of Innocence precede this tale. If you've not read these two this story will make no sense at all.] +++ Time, Like A River: The Voyage From Driftwood III Part I: They called for the harp – but our blood they shall spill Byron, By the Waters of Babylon – from The Hebrew Melodies ◊◊χ...
Even four years after his wife, Rhonda's, death, Robert Cunningham had still kept their room exactly the same. All her clothes exactly where she'd left them, all her make-up, medicine, brushes, everything, down to the last throw pillow and picture frame in the living room. He just couldn't bear to remove any of it. He'd loved her very dearly. Still, he was...
"Stacking these fucking cans, all I do is stack these fucking cans." mumbled eighteen-year-old Billy Baxter placing another Hunts Tomato Sauce can on top of the wobbly pyramid of cans advertising the red sauce. Billy, eighteen and in his third month of employment at Piggly Wiggly, was frustrated as any teenage boy who was in the throes of puberty. He was ho...
"So, I was thinking," Sandy said. "You really could use a tattoo." I swiveled back across the table and tipped my Cervesa. "Oh, shit." I managed to grab the bottle before it emptied on the rattan table top. A little to mop up, I swabbed what I could and asked, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I would like you to get a tattoo," she replied. Her eyes were lik...