Sorry for such a long delay. I can go on a long list of what kept me from writing, but ya'll want a story not my excuse. After this submission there will be at least a 2-3 week delay in the next submission. I'm sorry >_ Standing at the stove was Nicholas smoking a blunt while fixing himself an overly large sandwich with some Doritos. Lily just stood there i...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Die Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic verse, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you,...
Hey, Everyone. You've noticed by now that posting my stories have become infrequent of late. I'm a college undergrad, so I don't get to post like I used to. But even though I get called away by classes and stuff, I will finish this story. I plan for this story to last probably for a good year. When I have time I will try to write more than one chapter a week...
Before you begin, we would like to note that this is the 7th, and last, part of a story that began with "Shella", and continued through the Black Pearl stories Unity, Plancti, Yrkala, Ochia, and Aurum. You may read them if you wish, but you do not need to. The growth present in the story is not so much the characters' as it is the author's. * * * The hea...
Angela Rivers had gotten so used to sleeping alone, that feeling the bare touch of another person's hand on her skin jolted her awake. She saw Judith sleeping peacefully beside her and felt at ease. The two of them had been going steady for the last couple weeks, and this was the first time Angela had spent the night at Judith's. She felt even calmer looking...
With my niece, Ginny, moving into our loft in the city today to begin her first college semester, I decided to go to the office to get some work done before she showed. I was looking to have extra quality time at home for Lily and I to celebrate Ginny's "welcome back." In retrospect, my whole life changed one fateful night when my friends and I turned our re...
Sam Royal scrubbed the parts of his body just as he had been instructed, washing his face, hands and privates before splashing a little water under his arms and then drying off while looking at his reflection in the mirror. Sam felt every bit of his 51 years, although that wasn't the way he felt when he was in this very same bathroom a few hours ago. At tha...
"So, um, Hakim, where in the continent of Africa are you from?" Lily Ashevak asked, looking at the big and tall young Black man with whom she'd been paired up for the Criminology assignment. They were seated by the window, near the back of the packed classroom located on the sixth floor of Lockhart Hall, one of the venerable University of Winnipeg's largest...
Hi! This story follows from Foxbutt Ch. 05 right here on Lit - check my profile to find it and my other story series. *** He walks slowly towards her as Lily takes a step backwards, feels the bed against her calves, sits down, lies back, her arms outstretched towards him and then full of him, his hips between her thighs, his lips pressing tightly against...
A week later, and it was time for the next appointment. Jack had not had the opportunity to follow-up on the idea of asking Lily out. He'd been out of town with a client, or in meetings. Lily knew he was coming back, and had no intention of simply chasing him. The truth was, she had other plans, plans that went back to an unspoken fantasy that she'd had, and...