How in hell did a brother from the island of Haiti end up on lockdown in the City of Istanbul, the famous and age-old Capital of Turkey? Well, it all has to do with a middle-aged Turkish man named Mehmet Melen, whom I met at the University of Notre Dame in the Capital of Haiti, and the fact that he not only taught me about Islam, but also charged me with del...
"Is everyone packed," Gary said as Holly handed him a Rum Runner. "We are heading into the sex capital of the world and I want our people turning heads every place we go. I can't wait to hear the comments on Walking Street." Phil did a double take, "Are we going to go to Walking Street? I've heard about that place. I am told it is wild." "We are taking ove...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Finally free, my life without the telephone, the television, and the Internet is better. In my new daily celebration of Earth Day, not wasting water and electricity, and driving an economical car, I conserve energy and preserve natural resources whenever I can. Other than recycling, which I do, I don't wea...
Panicked vapor, moist in all the expected places, but heavier than the substance of most dreams: another nightmare about spelunking between feminine mounds. The mounds that used to cast haunting convex busts behind opaque turquoise scrubs and keep Mehmet Oz turning always and ever over on his silk sheets before important practicum exams. O! If only he had kn...
"You can choose to be free, but it's the last decision you'll ever make." ― Franz Kafka Numbers; Digits: definition: "notches on the bedpost." * * The fuck junky's goal: 5,000 Numbers; Digits. The tourniquet tightened. The fuck junky plunged the rusted needle into his bone-hard shaft. Depressing the trigger, he inflated his cock with adrenaline. The l...
I'm honestly starting to think that this voluptuous, seemingly innocent yet sinfully sexy Saudi Arabian broad invented sex. Oh, in case you're wondering who this is, my name is Tyrone Ferguson. I'm originally from Buffalo, New York, and recently moved to Ottawa, Ontario, to study for my MBA at Carleton University. A while ago, I met an amazing lady who simpl...
"Take care of yourself, Carl Robinson, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come by the dojo," said my long-time friend Duncan MacLeod, the legendary Highlander, as he clasped me in a bear hug, and I smiled and embraced him warmly. I haven't met a lot of good people in my nearly two centuries of living upon this earth, but the tall, dark-haired Scots...
Is it possible to write a story in 750 words? Fuck, yeah! Is it possible such a story will be any good? That is entirely for you to decide and me to find out. * * An arrowhead of birds soars high in the cold, grey sky, as if pointing a way out of this prison. My gaze shifts from the skylight to the solitary picture hanging on my wall. At times like these,...
Megan stands in the darkness, waiting. All around her, she can hear the sound of the audience--not quite silent, but expectant. She hears a few whispered conversations and some coughing, but for the most part, people are waiting patiently for the show to start. It really sinks in for the first time that they're all waiting to see her, and Megan takes a deep...
(c) 2009 Karen Kraft All Rights Reserved The twins, Jane and June, were close. Very close. They had been since birth, or more accurately, since conception. Neither had any secrets she kept from the other, and they shared everything. Jane and June were symmetric dicephalic parapagus conjoined twins. Two otherwise normal lives were being led with surprising e...