After dressing and settling his bill with the clinic, Spector walked back to where he'd parked, relieved to see the Prairie Cat still there and unmolested. Damon set the autonav to take him home and started to relax. The quest had taken exactly twenty-four hours and it took Spector a little while to realize it was a new day. Damon's first hint was the odd s...
I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more details and corrected some...
It started when my older brother met Jane. He brought her home to meet the family, which included me. She greeted me politely ("Hi, you must be Scott. Dave has told me so much about you!") but not in a flirting manner. I responded in the same way ("I hope you think well of me despite that.") Dave punched me jokingly in the arm. "Don't worry. I didn't tell...
Prologue: King Hill Main Street had clearly seen better days, but were nowadays really so bad? Ronnie McBayne thought this to himself strode casually down the street. On his left, a handful of mostly modest homes, mere cottages you would say, stood surrounded by well-manicured lawns. People made and effort to keep up appearances and maintain some sense of...
Bob Randall walked across the damp grass wearing heavy boots and a waterproof poncho. It was early evening, and if he timed it right, the sun should be going down by the time he arrived at his post to spy on the subject of his latest job. A few days ago, a wealthy couple had come into his office, had the obligatory cup of coffee, and gotten more or less righ...
(Big thanks to all the comments I received already from my previous two chapters, suggestions and criticism alike. Sorry for the delay between chapters too, but I'm absolutely still working on more.) Jerry pulled up a stool and sat down next to Veronica, who could do little but anxiously wonder what he had planned for her. She was still not entirely sure...
Massimo had told Christina about the bet. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he would do that. To fuck me over, sure. But he was forfeiting the bet by revealing our secret. Did he hate me that much? I had to know. So I called him, and set up a meeting at the fitness club. I didn't mention squash or tennis. He knew why I wanted to meet. Massim...
"Before we take that bath, how about we unpack?" I asked. "Good idea. Now I can see what you packed for me." First we picked up our scattered clothes, then opened our respective bags. She held up her knee length blue dress with the low cut front. "Ooh, I haven't worn this in ages! Good choice." Then she held up her calf length reversible, wrap around dres...
The room for my second semester British Literature class was not the large lecture hall I imagined. This being my first day of classes of the year, I had high hopes. However, my vision of a packed lecture hall with a cranky but enthusiastic old English-accented professor scrawling unintelligibly on the chalkboard was dashed the moment I found the classroom d...
A message from the author. I know that it is not everyone's cup of tea. I know equally well though that there are many of us who thrive on it, who enjoy it and get a big buzz from it. I know I do. I get a massive kick and huge excitement from it. There's some guilt and trepidation too of course, but they are relatively easily overcome. And when you have a f...