It's the year 2050 and so much has changed. America has been over thrown by a new power known only as the Republic. The Republic has once again reduced most women to property. There is now a law in place that by a woman's 21st birthday she must either have a job or be wed to a man. If women don't fall into either of those categories they must be turned into...
I was working for one of the city's biggest law firms, on one of the main streets of the downtown core. About a block up the road from my office was a great little restaurant that I often went to for my lunch. As I sat there one afternoon eating my lunch, a table of guys behind me were being obnoxiously loud and I clearly appeared annoyed. You were among som...
Shortly after my wife passed away, I sold our home and moved into a retirement community, not a condo but a community of single homes. One of the requirements; you had to be over 55. At 60, I qualified. As had always been my custom, I arose early every morning and, after putting the coffee maker to work, would take a long walk. Several times I passed a very...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is one of a series of tales told by Martha the ghost. Each one is complete in itself a...
I have always been an inveterate journaller. I began on this journey when I was about five years old. I can remember my parents encouraging me to write something that happened during the day. It developed into a serious habit. I can't remember more than about three days where I haven't written at least something that happened to me. My story follows. It is...
Those of you who have met me before may remember that I'm a first-year at university in England. I share a room in Halls with Amanda, a nice girl with whom I get on well and have a lot in common. Except, that is, with regard to our respective attitudes to sex. Amanda is a hearts-and-flowers romantic. She needs affection, commitment, patience and trust. Me, I...
This is a true story that happened in a small Mid-West town. I was in a VA hospital. I met my girlfriend after being released from surgery but knew I would be re-admitted at a later date. My name is Rob and I met Deb one night when I was bar-hopping. We hit it off right away and did some serious dating for two months before I had to go back for more surgery...
How it all began. It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said "the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars" to which I replied "No... The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasi...
In the lounge of the Grand Hotel, reporter Dirk Peterson gazed at the other guests. He noted the occasional casual tourist mingling amongst the smartly dressed corporate guests, and figured it was a typical Friday afternoon in the hotel. He had been sent by his newspaper, The Daily Chronicle, to interview property magnate Aaron Lansdown about his proposed ne...
Not too sure what category this should appear under. This story is for the lovely Hayli. A truly wonderful young woman. I hope you are still being careful in the store Hayli. XX * The driver cruised down the loch side road, steering his truck around a sweeping bend. The sun glinted on the loch to his right as he checked his time. 'Need to stop for the nigh...