Welcome to the latest segment of Strange Days. I only had enough time to proof this once, so forgive me for any errors that I have undoubtedly missed. I'm hoping the next segment will be ready to submit in a week. I do have a special request though. If you don't mind, I'd like to request a touch more feedback. Basically, if you're unable to rate me at a 5,...
I felt myself becoming restless underneath the covers. It was late Wednesday morning, and I had my duvet pulled over my head to block out the god-awful light. Yesterday had seen the mass exodus of students and faculty for the Thanksgiving holiday, and I now had the entire dorm to myself. It wasn't just Evens Hall either, as far as I knew, I was the only hold...
Authors Note: This story is long and will take a bit of time to read. It's closer to short novelette than short story. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------ The morning dawned misty and quiet, the birds hushed and the wind stilled in the presence of magic itself. She walked deliberately and slowly from her thicket in the depths of the woo...
* Set in New Zealand CHAPTER 1 For nineteen years Greer Gregory spent New Year's Eve and all of January 'at the beach'. Being at any beach in mid summer was where many New Zealanders females lost their virginity by the age of eighteen. But not Greer. She'd turned nineteen in July and at the end of December, Christmas just behind them and the family was p...
Author's foreword: Warning: if you read this both reconciliation and a new love awaits: please move on and read someone else's submission if you will be offended. As usual a reader cannot 'get it up' with my room-temperature sex descriptions and I use multisyllabic words to express my POV of life in general both in the story and the dialogue. I am pleasantly...
Part Seventeen: Pyrrhic Chapter Fifty-seven LEVERIA I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of spent lust. Warm morning skin moistened in a dew of hormonal sweat, the subtle pungency of sexual fluids, and the tang of orifices that had not yet coalesced into their fleshy confines. Ah, what a wonderful miasma. My eyes fluttered op...
~~Jack~~ He pressed the button for the elevator to his apartment, and waited. Man, what a shit show. Walking alone with Jacob had been startling, but if his time with Antoinette had taught him anything, it was elders were like onions. You had to peel them to get to the layers. And they had a lot of layers. It wasn't the first time Jacob had taken interest...
Here's a story that I wrote while I was out on the road this last time. I hope you all enjoy it; and as usual, it is pure and total fiction. God bless you, each and every one... and please don't forget to vote. MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ "Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to the light..." taken from "Paradise Lost" by Milton ~~~~~~ "Dammit,"...
* * * * * Chapter 1 After all these years, I can finally look back on 1968 and 1969 with nostalgia. It was a time that changed my life forever. I was just out of the Army, confused and lonely, hitchhiking my way across the country. (Those were the days when hitchhiking wasn't suicide, when someone would still pick you up just to be a good neighbor.) I was...
Hi, everyone! Sorry for the delay, but this latest segment turned out much longer than I anticipated. For comparison, chapters 22 through 26 were about 33 pages in Word. This segment was over 111! I had no idea how much I had written until I took a breather last weekend. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that, I probably should have posted chapters 27 and 28 ear...