Brett Simms was pretty sure the girl in the house next to his was flirting with him; actually, he was almost positive. And if she was, that was fine with him because from what she'd shown him over the past week since he moved in, he was more than ready to bang her right into the mattress if that's what she had in mind. And Brett was 99% sure it was. It had...
Allan Knawtee waited nervously in Old Town Square, clutching his hands in anticipation, knowing that his name would be called next. The poor unfortunate in front of him had just received a dozen severe whacks with the heavy wooden paddle on his bare bottom, and was now being unstrapped from the whipping platform. Naked from the waist down, he was led through...
Author's Note: Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for editing and helping me with this story better. And now something spookier just in time for Halloween. *** It all started with oranges bouncing around on the sidewalk. I'd been unemployed for a while, the stress of it messing with my life. I was burning through my savings, and insomnia had kicked in last...
Randy Evers had nothing but sympathy for his next door neighbor, Sissy Ryan, an absolutely beautiful woman caught in a bad situation. Ever since he had moved into the neighborhood six months ago, he knew that something was amiss in the Ryan household. Sissy's husband, Bruce, was a corporate executive who was at least fifteen years her senior. From the conver...
Henry Martingale is trying to be discreet. He's sitting on the sofa with me, watching tennis (Wimbledon) on TV. But I see him, his roving eye catching glimpses of my tan legs, and I'd be remiss if I didn't admit to enjoying his attention. He dropped over to see his best friend, my son Edward, who won't return for another hour at least. Knowing that Henry is...
Alex's finger slipped into the tarnished ring seemingly of its own volition as he dipped his hand into the box of old jewelry in the back of the cramped antique shop. He pulled his hand out and looked at the ring, idly pushing it back past his knuckle the rest of the way onto the ring finger of his right hand. It looked like it might have been a signet ring,...
Copyright 2007-2012 by madengineer3 all rights reserved * My name is Paul. I live in a very rural area. I try to live a quiet and uneventful life. I believe in the truth of the old Chinese curse "May you live in interesting times." I hate conflict because I find self control to be greatly needed and very difficult. I try to fit in, and generally do. I am...
Karen was working late again. It was the third time this week, but she didn't mind. With no one in her drab little apartment to miss her she spent a lot of time at work. She didn't mind the extra hours, even though she was on salary and wasn't making extra money for the extra hours. Karen and Mike had broken up a couple of months ago, and ever since she hadn...
I know you all want longer chapters, and I tried! I swear I did! But then I ended up editing a lot of my efforts out because it was just filler fluff and pointless dialogue. Sorry. I'll try not to keep you waiting too long for the next chapter, but I'm moving cross country later this month, so no promises ;-) Thanks for your votes and comments! Xoxo Jules...
Author's Note: This essay was originally published in The Hatchet: The Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies. It develops a theory proposed by writer and cook David Lee Dickerson. Although the author does not necessarily subscribe to Dickerson's theory, she takes his position to elaborate upon it. The Hatchet allows an author to submit pieces it has published els...