Foreshadowing: It's late Fall; and you've arrived in Stowe, VT. You're staying at a nice upscale hotel, in a room rented by the Manager of the nearby airport. This by the way, is my part-time job. *NOTE: Thank you, Sir L. Sagramore, for your invaluable assistance! *Now ~ to the story* "Good Morning, Mr. Symthe-Granger. This is Vicki from the Front Desk?...
This story is related to my story "The Beginning" but was written entirely by me. The characters are the same, but this tale is not a cyber chat...it is a fantasy that I wrote from the desire to meet my internet lover in real life. Enjoy, and any feedback you may have is, as always, welcome and appreciated. J *** Stretching her arms above her head to relie...
I have been a fan of this site for a long time. You write what you know and I travel quite a bit for business. I hope you enjoy these stories about Dave. This one starts slow but there are others coming right after it that are more intense. I am new to this so I welcome your feedback. Enjoy. ***** Dave was definitely in a funk. After marrying his college s...
Any pop psychologist knows of the catch phrase, "The broken wing complex." It refers mostly to a man who will go out and shoot quail, pheasant, ducks and geese, never giving a thought to the pain and death of the bird's experience. But if the same man comes across a bird with a broken wing, out of pity and compassion, he may very well nurse the bird back to...
If I could hold you one more time, like in the days when you where mine I'd look at you 'till I was blind, So you would stay." - Laura Pausini - One More Time She sat in front of the mirror; staring but not really seeing as she ran the brush through her damp hair, the music played softly in the background. She paused; her brush still entangled in her hair...
A Tale of the Carter Brothers' Victims From the writer: New Orleans tour guides, for a small fee, will gladly point out the residence of the city's famous vampires, the Carter brothers. This is the final chapter in my retelling of the legend. In order, my vampire stories are QB Murdered Cheerleader Missing, Lair of the Carter Brothers, Bruce's Last Night, M...
Stacy smiled at restaurateur Gil Brown as he went on and on about how happy he was to see accomplished young Black men and Black women such as ourselves patronizing his restaurant and having a good time. He even showed us a picture of his son Gino and his wife Francesca, a gal he'd known since High School. They recently earned their degrees from Northeastern...
My brother and I have always resented the term "halflings". We're proportioned just as we should be, and it doesn't make us any less than ordinary humans. We didn't hear the term too often growing up, in a small community of our own kind. We've had to get used to the term though, since we've been on our quest. I was awoken by my brother Matin's hand on my...
Man, why can't fate smile upon me for a change? I shook my head as I read the "go away nigger faggot" sticker on my car. Fucking retards, I grumbled and ripped off the sticker, crumpling it and tossing it on the ground. For a moment, I stood there, feeling both angry and powerless in the parking lot of the Royal Bank of Canada in Nepean. Who could have done...
"So, you're a patron of Cyberwhore then, Kev?" asked Jeff with a sneer. Kevin nodded sheepishly. How had he let something like that slip out? "What's wrong with the alternatives, Kev?" Jeff persisted, sipping from his beer glass in the window seat of the Red Encounter. "What about virtual sex? What's wrong with penis pumps? And what about, heaven forbid,...