*Love isn't lost. It is right where we abandoned it* (I do not claim to be a lawyer or even a decent student of the law) (Monday evening) Helen Davies only noticed the differences when she stepped into the hallway; the automatic lights didn't' come one. 'What the crap?' she wondered. She put her purse down and walked over to the switch. The lights came on...
Part I: Nadine I had arrived in France the week before for my junior year of college, and I was already in the hospital. I had been hit by a car while riding my bike, and if nothing else, I had learned to be more careful. My French, which I had thought was pretty good before leaving the States, was about as broken as my body. Fortunately there wasn't too m...
{The real character’s names are changed. The fictitious names are real.} I was barely inside the door when Sylvia made two short knocks before letting herself in. It was about 10:00 P M and I really wasn’t in the mood for company but when I saw the concern on her face I relaxed. “You look awful,” she exclaimed. “How is our girl?” “She must be doing okay....
The Big House Brothel. A venerable institution which has stood the test of time. It existed since the 1800s. Catering to the needs of gentlemen with peculiar proclivities which they would rather not let be known. It still exists today, providing the same service but under new management. That's just the way it works. What this House provides in the modern ag...
*** Author's Note: This is part two of my 'Confessor' series, and it is a slow burn. You must read the first part to understand this story. I got a lot of backlash for not placing part one in the Fantasy category, but, after thinking about it, I've decided to place part two in Loving Wives as well, since it covers the same scenario as part one. I've tagged i...
Sheriff Benjermin Deane Petitte sat patiently in his squad car outside the rundown trailer that belonged to Debby Sanchez. It was a quarter till 2 in the morning, and Sheriff Petitte was certain Debby had already gone to bed, the entire trailer was awash in darkness. He continued to sit there however in his squad car, admiring the still calm of the night, fi...
HUMANITY 2.0 YEAR 029, DAY 039 I stirred the pot briefly, and then brought a spoonful of the chunky dark red substance to my mouth and sampled the mixture. It needed more pepper and cumin, but not yet. I'd give it another hour to stew. I closed the lid, leaving the machine on low heat, and then went back to the opposite counter. I set out the flour, some ga...
Both Donna and I waited nervously for Nadine's arrival. After what seemed like hours - but was no more than ten or fifteen minutes - I heard a car door shut, and I knew we were about to face a potentially wrathful goddess. The front door opened, and Nadine entered the house in all of her unclothed glory. To my surprise, she didn't seem mad at all. "Miss me,...
A big Thank You to PaulX35 for kindly going through this piece and giving me his fantastic comments, most of which I have incorporated into the story. All the improvements he suggested have made the story better but as the final edit was mine, any errors are my own doing. Have a nice read. :) -DP. * * * * * * * * * * Nadine came into my life on the 12th o...
Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some o...