Special Thanks to April Rose who edited my story. ***** I vividly remember the day when I joined Jet Airways as an Air-hostess. I still remember that wonderful moment when my name was called and I was selected. Though my parents were not in favor of the idea, I still took that leap of faith, knowing I had all the traits to make it big in this profession: I...
When I opened the door in response to the chimes, an angel was standing on the porch. "Come in, Sweetheart." The very first time I saw her I said "Isn't she a little sweetheart." I have called her that ever since. "Want something to drink? A soda? Some coffee?" "You made coffee? No booze?" She sniffed, smelling the coffee aroma. "No booze. I quit." Leading...
There I was, walking aimlessly down a random street in Germany. I had no idea how I got there, or exactly where I was, but it was a beautiful day and I was happy to be out of doors. The last thing I remembered was sitting on my barstool, sipping a Beam and soda, bull-shitting with the waitresses. It was Thursday evening, I had come up after work to read the...
The wooden floor squeaks, a common occurrence when Luke crosses over from hall to kitchen. He is a massive individual, tall as a doorway, with broad powerful shoulders. Cracking the suctioned seal of the stainless-steel freezer door releases a chilling wave over his mostly bare body... save for what protection his Green Lantern boxers offer him. His focus gu...
Alex was comfortable sitting on the sofa with his friends playing video games for the night. His day would end nicely. Starting with showing Kirsten his new apartment her staying over for a while and them just talking and joking around satisfied him enough. He would never admit to her but he had a little crush on the little girl with no filter nor impulse co...
It's hard to fathom now. Had there been photographs, they would seem odd. Had there been video, it would surely have proven bizarre. I will try to explain in as linear a fashion as I can how I came to be kneeling, naked as the day I was born, on a low stone altar which was covered, presumably for my comfort, with a thick red carpet, a plate of black ceramic...
This story is a follow up to a Loving Wives category story. I want to say thank you to Just_Words for the format idea. I have tried to contact him a couple of times but got no answer back. I hope that he appreciates the fact that he is an inspiration for other authors. I also want to thank Infinite Cycle for commenting on my original story. I have used a par...
This is my entry in the Halloween Story Contest 2008. It's a bit different for me so I hope you enjoy it. I'd like to thank all my readers for your votes, comments and feedback on my previous stories. In addition, my thanks and appreciation goes out to Iamcanadian28 for the challenge to write this. * Zack swore when he saw what he thought was a parking ti...
Dirk and the Cuckold's Wife (Author's note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.) Dirk was standing in his garage next to his bike, a cold bottle of beer in his hand, taking a break from working on it. He was looking out of the open door of h...
A small preface to the story at hand. Nicolas, the demon within this story, is not a demon born and raised in hell. Instead, his parents came to the surface of earth to raise him among mortals in the modern age, and as such he is not an uncaring beast of primeval nightmare. He looks very much like a human, albeit with bright blue hair, golden-orange eyes, tw...