Gene's workday began like any other; get up at 9:30, get ready for the day, and leave for work at 10:30 on the town's local bus service. Today was a Friday, so he was grateful for the end of another work week. His job? A dishwasher at the local burger joint. Exciting, right? About him, Gene was 29 years old, and his 30th birthday is tomorrow. Go Gene, right?...
Jersey Bob was walking along a deserted stretch of the beach on his way back to the cabana when he saw her. At first all he could see was a spot of flaxen hair bobbing up and down in the sea. Then she cried for help. Probably another tourist caught in the riptide, he thought as he ripped off his Hawaiian shirt and dove into the water. It took him only about...
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What a position to be found in! Alan thought to himself. Him, naked, and underneath the alluring Rachel that was also naked and laying on top of him. Both of them had jumped upon hearing Dave's voice, and not to long afterward, he knocked on Alan's bedroom door. "Alan? You alive in there?" Dave asked, himself curious on where Alan had disappeared to Friday...
Wolves of were howl, And the cold winds blow. The nights tick by shorter Now. The sky tastes snow. The nights are sable. Halloween quick and hurry Now to me. I had been running. The kind of running a person does for a long time without being aware of it. It was two days till Halloween. There had been ghosts on my neck and on my hands. Ectoplasm filled the n...
THE CAN CAN I just drank a bottle of cheap Merlot from the 99 cent store down the street, and I don't know how I am going to get it up for this hot, nigger slut I met off of Tryst.com. I mean, she is the hottest fucking thing, but shit, I gotta perform this ritual on this bitch or they won't stop laughing at me. I call "Sugar Tits" at 9. She's ready. I...
I came downstairs in a grumpy mood that day. Daddy had been busy the past week and I was feeling awfully neglected. I had chosen my own outfit even, a pink skirt and white blouse that fit me in all the right places. My underwear was lacy and sheer in hopes of minor seduction. Daddy was at the table when I entered, reading over documents while he sipped at hi...
She sits across the room at a good vantage point; she can see all activity in the bustling atmosphere. Not a person comes or goes without her seeing, and so much the better, because it's that day again. It's time to hunt. Many pass as she pretends to be absorbed in her book. Most of them just aren't right. Too young, far too old. Too swarthy. Too large. Not...
"Dark Shadows": The Soap Opera, the Horror Show The original "Dark Shadows" was a unique TV phenomenon. A horror show in a soap opera format, the program was a marriage of as seemingly disparate genres as could be imagined. The reasons the bizarre show succeeded, and how it expanded the horizons of both horror and soap opera, are the subject of this essay....
I stepped outside, drawing in the February air with deep, harsh gasps. My heart pounded in my throat. I looked back at my car longingly, wishing I could climb back inside and drive until my mind had rid itself of this awful idea. I felt dirty, ashamed, and oh, so deliciously wet. I felt like a little girl again, standing there in his front yard, so very smal...