As usual, many thanks to Randi and George for improving this story. - The morning after had begun, I guess. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the wall like an idiot. Hell, I wasn't even aware that there was a wall in front of me. It might just as well have been a horde of bug eyed aliens, I wouldn't have noticed. All I could think about was that damn...
Part 3 in the Black's Magic series * "Don't you dare hang up on me, April." Daniel tried to keep his eyes on the road as the female beside him gripped her cell phone more tightly, holding it directly in front of her face, screaming into the mouthpiece, hot flashes of anger lighting her violet eyes. He knew it wasn't funny, and he tried not to laugh, but t...
This story stands on its own, but for a better enjoyment I recommend you read my other story 'Alone and Desolate' as this story is a direct continuation of 'AAD'. If you're looking for stroke material please, promptly back-click as there is not a single shred of sex in this story. I want to thank my editors for the invaluable help they've given me while I...
Chapter 1 It was mid morning when Len nosed his barge up on the beach and stepped ashore on the warm white sand. He took his rifle and his cane knife then carefully looked around his eyes peeled for crocodiles and wild pig. Satisfied it was safe he let Bluey his old blue cattle dog off the lead and started out over the sand towards the big tree on the edge...
Author's note: This story was previously published with the same title, under the authorship of DuckanDrake. This was the name adopted by my writing partner and I for certain stories. She has decided to withdraw from that writing partnership, so DuckanDrake no longer exists. This story is largely mine, with some input and much editing from my writing partner...
Not exactly what Orwell had in mind, thought Blaise. He thought he'd been forced to read it for a literature class at Swarthmore. He'd suspected the professor was some kind of communist intellectual. He didn't remember much of the book, but unless it had been about swim-up bars and off-pink stucco, it had missed the mark, at least from where he stood, whi...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
This story is told in non-linear style, so please tread carefully.... 1. He lies stretched out across the bed, naked from the waist up – a brown-skinned Adonis – his finger beckoning her towards him. She stands there across the room, gazing and admiring every inch of his body – his near perfect, beautiful body – both hands clasping the handle o...
This story is a work of fiction, while certain characters or ideas may be loosely related to real people not enough that they or anyone would know, that's why fantasy is fantasy. The theme is a wife and teacher swept into things and pushed into doing things she normally wouldn't do or agree to. It is not non consentual, but it is coerced or at least lightly...
So what do you want to do for Fathers Day this weekend?" she asked directly, hoping to get some hint or inkling about a way to make his day special. "Any plans or presents in mind?" "I don't know, babe, whatever seems good," he responds, pre-exasperated by the conversation. He sees her face, at once sad and disappointed, so he tries again. "Go to dinner at...