9:00 am. The morning sunrise was beautiful – pink sky, no clouds. Obviously another hot sunny summer day. The water at the beach looked a bit choppy so it must be windy. That worried Penny. Her husband and two kids were going on an all-day trip to see the "treasure wrecks" on that small glass-bottom tour boat. She couldn't go because when they bought the tic...
Just to the left, there's a towering maple tree. 50 feet, 60 feet... does it matter? It dwarfs whoever stands next to it. To the right, a small scrubby pine that stands like a bewildered teenager at a dinner party populated entirely by greying adults. Behind it? More gravestones. This one in particular said "Katherine Faulkner". "Wife." "Mother." "196...
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...
An Alternate Ending to the Original Story This is my first submission to Literotica. I did not use an editor because I wanted to find out how good or bad my spelling, grammar and story flow is based on comments from the readers. I'm certain they will let me know. This story is grounded on the original story, Mrs. Carter, by BiGGuy33. He said he was flatte...
'All of me Why not take all of me Can't you see I'm no good without you Take my lips I want to loose them Take my arms I'll never use them Your goodbye Left me with eyes that cry How can I go on dear without you You took the part That once was my heart So why not take all of me' Chapter 1 My name is Shine, and today I'm celebrating my sixtieth birthday....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is NOT an erotic story. *** Catriona Hamsun blinks and screws her eyes tight. Chrissake. It's morning, maybe even afternoon, and the sun is shining through a broken pane of glass up there in the roof - right into her eyes, a Gestapo desk-lamp. She should feel good about this. Isn't sunlight supposed to cheer you up? Catriona is fairly...
Chapter 8: Lawrence "That was a foolish move!" Sarah said to him. She'd entered his dreams somehow. She'd come here to torment him even more. "You're not real!" He shot back angrily. "I'm as real as real gets." She smirked at him. She looked as she sounded: just like his late wife, and the words stung. How can you be real and in love with me? He rememb...
Darbe's booted heels clicked down the corridor with the shuffling echo of the young man behind him. Still struggling to put on his boots and eat his frozen waffle at the same time, he hopped on his left foot for a couple of steps, grabbed his helmet before it could fall out from under his arm, then stamped down on his right foot forcing it into the boot. Fin...
Lisa, maybe it was the rain that brought the scent to me on humid air. Maybe it was the season and the smell of ripening oranges that made me think of you. Or perhaps it was some small faint hint of you left on the old sweater I pulled out from the bottom drawer. Whatever the source, I paused in the kitchen to let the feeling of you surround me, envelop me...
6 shots. 7 beers. That's the amount of alcohol I had consumed. In my younger years, I partied harder than I probably should have. I'd stay out dancing and drinking until the sun came up. Most of my weekends were filled with one night stands. For example, one particular evening, I had been chatting with a random guy that was hanging out with my group. We di...