John was sweating profusely, the dream he'd bolted awake from had seemed more real than not. Shaking John got out of bed walking to the kitchen area to get something to drink. Dear god he thought he could still smell the sweat and grime where the woman was. Closing his eyes he still couldn't see her face, almost everything else he could though. Sitting at t...
Books and Curiosities, est. 1899. The bookshop sat a little back from the main street, a bakery on one side emitting warm wafts of yeast and spices, and on the other an antiques shop, all three shops older than any of the antiques within, timber-framed first and second floors atop dirty orange brickwork. Windows haphazard, no two oak beams forming a neat an...
It happens when we fear there's nothing special about us: we allow our secrets to make us special. With our secrets, we set ourselves apart from the crowd. And when the secrets we're hiding are known by all, or when we realize our misdeeds are so commonplace our secrets aren't even all that remarkable, we set out to make new secrets. They make us feel import...
There are no characters in this story less then age eighteen, This story is a complete fiction, any resemblance to any person living, or dead is purely coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. *********** It was my eighteenth summer. I graduated from high school at the very top of my class of 484 students. I earned a scholarshi...
My wife Grace stood next to me on the bridge over Lake Burley Griffin in Canberra, Australia, admiring the Captain Cook Memorial jets as they climbed high into the sky. "Thank you Tim for bringing us to this lovely city," I said. Beyond, reflected in the Lake, was the American-Australian Memorial. Behind and to our right was Capital Hill with its lovely Go...
Want to personalize this story? Cut and paste it into a Word Processing program. Make sure the file is stored in a secure place. Then use the 'Find and Replace' function to changes any names you want to. * Sex with Mercy was still good. It was just boring and infrequent. I spent more and more time on the internet, and more and more time fantasizing. When M...
Author's note: Hey everyone! Sorry the third installment is a month late. As I have said in the comments on Ch. 2, I had spontaneous travel pop up and some medical stuff within the fam. I hope you like the developments. As per usual, feel free to leave any and all feedback in the comments or direct message! Happy New Year's everyone! ***** Kara thanked...
John emerged from the opening this time at a leisurely walk. Stopping a moment he looked out past the blurriness of the edge of the time bubble they were all in. Well he thought so far so good, feeling a slight vibration he looked in the bag he was carrying. John's mouth dropped open, was it his imagination or was the crystal growing? Funny he thought it wa...
Warning: This story contains strong content and controversial topics, including racism, rape trauma, and human trafficking. I have done my best to portray these subjects realistically and compassionately, but I am sure to offend some (probably many). If you look no further than the stereotypical, then you may miss the point. Tim O’Brien said: That’s what...
It was the end of a long, exhausting shift. One of those weekends where everything that could go wrong did, especially when there was a full moon. Well, whatever, he would do what he always did when he felt like this, he would hit the gym and sweat this shit out. If he was exhausted physically, he might be able to turn off his brain and get some rest. Later...