A very short, very sad story based on current events, as told in a letter to my friends: Arizona SB 2010: Where reasonable suspicion exists that the person is an alien who is unlawfully present in the United States, a reasonable attempt shall be made, when practicable, to determine the immigration status of the person. Any person who is arrested shall have...
When I got home I saw Sharron's car in the driveway. I wondered why she was here. I didn't remember us setting up another date for us to be together, but whatever the reason I was delighted she was here. I opened the front door and as I entered I shouted our, "Sharron, where are you?" I heard Ginny say, "We are in the front room Billy." I put my backpack do...
When I was young and naive, I did a lot of stupid things, the stupidest of which was to run off with a much older man. His name was Gerry, a former marine with a serious booze problem who was fast losing his grip on reality. Within a month, we'd been evicted from our fleapit apartment and were living in his car. Gerry tried desperately to pimp me out to mak...
Chapter Three: Sometimes I'm Happy Late in the morning Frank Tucker sat in Longchamps nursing a hangover that he hadn't quite chased away yet. He had no idea why he was in Longchamps. He remembered coming out of his hotel about an hour ago with the idea of getting some fresh air. He'd walked south on Fifth Avenue until he thought it might be a good thing to...
Rain tapped a steady beat on the tin roof of the old house. Various vessels were placed to catch the water as it leaked through the ceiling. Chloe was in the tiny dinning room looking out one of the windows watching the rain that had steadily fell for the past five days. She cursed herself for not having the roof inspected before she moved in to her grandmot...
All persons in this story are over the age of 18. I've had a hard time finding inspiration lately, and this is the longest I've written in a long time. My imagination is better than my writing, but comments are always appreciated. === Alan quietly pushed the front door shut behind him. To his left he could hear a slight whisper and see the flickering of a...
To my fellow mundane humans--especially the men: It's a raw, well-worn cliche at this point to reference A.C.C.'s quote that "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"; I know. Thing is, that's the best way to describe what Femenalia is and how a human--even one living in the early 21st century--will experience the kind...
It all started a few months ago when I came home from work late one evening. My husband was home cleaning the house for a dinner party we were having the next day. I walked in and found him vacuuming the living room carpet. I was surprised to see him wearing a pair of cut-off blue jeans that were cut a little too short. So short, in fact, that I could see th...
Chapter 11 Home sweet home, safe at last, June has an unexpected visitor. June opened her front door to her husband waiting there for her. With his eyes bulging and his face red, he was hopping mad. She hasn't seen him this mad since he lost his job and blamed everyone, the Democrats, the Republicans, the Chinese, and his mother for not forcing him to sta...
“Hey Andy, what about this one!” John threw the paper to Andy who was slumped on the sofa watching daytime TV. “What am I looking at?” “The wanted ads – somebody wants a home help” Andy sighed. “Oh great – basically a cleaner. That’s not gonna go far to getting a deposit for my own place, is it?” “No – look at the ad. It says the job is 7 days a week, so the...