"Frank, what happened?" Terry asked with concern in his voice. "Who cares what happened. Send me the Goddamn Marine. I want that bitch's entrails to be scattered all over the place." My voice was deadpanned, yet filled with venom and anger, if that were possible. Like a serial killer trying to explain to his victim why he was doing what he was doing. The...
© Antidarius 2020 *This is a work of fan-fiction. The author, Antidarius, does not claim ownership of any characters or titles mentioned that are the existing property of other entities.* --------------------------------- D.I.A.N.N.E. Chapter 3: The Main Access Point P: 19 M: 25 S: 12 --------------------------------- --Day Three: Saturday, 22nd M...
Disclaimer! I am not a lawyer. I write these stories for fun. I publish them on a free site because it is not a professional endeavor. It is fiction. It is fantasy. I did not research the divorce laws of the great states of North or South Carolina. I don't care if either state has the legal processes mentioned or if you can sue for alienation of affections....
Author's Notes: There was a mix-up with Chapter one. I think I clicked on it by mistake the night before it was supposed to post, which the computer counted as me trying to make corrections to the story. Anytime an author makes corrections to a story after it's been posted, it changes the posting order. Since it was already set to post, I guess this caused...
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The large conference table was covered with applications, spread out into different piles; the fractured light of the morning sun shining through the tilted venetian blinds, creating telltale stripes across the hard wood of the table and the paper on top of it. I was in the process of sifting through what I'd deemed were tangible candidates for hire, and I w...
Author's Note: I have been reading the stories posted on Literotica for quite a while and finally decided it was time to see if I could contribute to the content in some small way. I tried to write what I found I have most enjoyed reading, stories with a long warm-up to set the scene culminating in a payoff at the end. *** It was the summer of 1984 and my...
* * * * * "Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." Macbeth, act v, scene v. * * * * * This is a platform that I want to use for a 100,000 word novel. Let me know if it is worth the time and effort. * * *...
Much of Tinsel Town lived and died by what their status in the trade papers was. Luckily for East Coast Image, that wasn't the case. Put it this way, we never reserved a wall for clippings that mentioned our name. But for me, all that was about to change. Following my call to Chuck Tyler, I called Roger Sullivan and we began the process of a possible me...
December 1871 My life has been turned topsy-turvy by the arrival of one Miss Emma Jones. It appears Miss Jones is another of those bible-thumpers from the Missionary Society of Birmingham, of which my own dear sister is a prominent member. Now it seems, not content to bother the poor of that unfortunate city, they have decided to send an emissary to Nambhus...