Rosemarie felt a jolt of apprehension mixed with anticipation when she returned from shopping downtown and her mother told her that they would be having an informal dinner at the Collier's that evening. William Collier had just had a large stone outdoor cooking pit built in his back yard and wanted to try it out. Therefore the Thorntons had been invited to a...
WARNING: Don't read this story if easily offended by niceness. The desire to create, to be given the opportunity to use any such talent for reward and to experience the joy of witnessing the end results rested deep within Freddie Redding, a media studies graduate from a third-rate college. However, because of his lowly degree plus lack of experience invar...
So twice a week the boys who were to play the Red Indians in Miss Cuff's school drama had to drag themselves down the echoing corridors of Grover Cleveland High and report to Miss Assam, the principal's secretary. They stood in front of her beetroot red and shuffling. She would mark their names, flash them a grim smile and send them to the second door on the...
I originally began to write this story as an entry for Literotica's Halloween Competition. Unfortunately, work and other time constraints delayed completion. The tale is re-working of an old fairy story and no doubt you will soon recognise it as you read on. ***** Prequel Granny Fay knew when she was going to die. As a witch it was natural for her to kno...
The McIntosh twins playing with their dolls under the trees of Renwick Avenue watched the man on a red bicycle stop outside the former Johnstone home and look up at it for a while before dismounting. The twins lost interest and resumed playing but their mom on the front porch sipping lemonade who's been supervising the three-year-olds, kept watching the guy...
Most of my stories take cues from real life -- people I've known, situations I've faced, circumstances friends have related to me in confidence. This story, on the other hand, is 99% fantasy. I watch Maury sometimes; it's my 'guilty pleasure'. This tale derives from asking myself, "What if that were you...?" It involves a couple of real events and people in...
THE FINAL: Business woman Maggie de Lacey is taken hostage in a bank robbery and when her new husband rushes in and attempts to free her Ryan is shot through the chest, but survives. Marksmen kill one of the armed robbers holding Maggie and save Maggie again by immobilizing another robber attempting to shoot her with a shotgun. All this drama is being shown...
It happened over breakfast, in the Marcello household in Upper Elm. And it came from Johnny's sister. Without warning, in front of their Mom, as they ate their Corn Flakes, she said, "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" That's all. "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" And she let the question hang there. They were all at the table: their mother, Johnny's yo...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...
(All characters depicted in any form of sexual activity are 18 years of age or older) I would like to thank my editor ereaderl [Hello readers this story is a little experiment I wanted to try. After putting up the option at the end of Chapter 9 of "Our Family Vacation" on what I should do next and seeing all the responses (Side note: I hope to have Chapter...