3:17 AM. You hate being late. My hallway is dark, but you knew that already. You pass the chair I always throw my coat over when I walk in the front door after work. The blue one. It was a gift from my mother. I have to call her. You know that because I always call her on Wednesday mornings before work but after my shower. While I watch the news. Channel 9....
"I'll take questions now," the man said, shifting his weight as he stood behind the podium. He looked uncomfortable and pale in the camera lights. The pool of reporters roared with questions. The man at the pointed squinted and pointed at one, "What is causing this?" "We don't know. At this time it would be inappropriate to speculate, as I said in the brie...
I was heading to Myrtle Beach for a couple of weeks of golf and relaxation. On my way there I stopped in Atlanta overnight to rest my aching back and tired eyes. As I entered Atlanta I saw the building housing the Weather Channel and CNN News. I remembered my old flame from high school was now a meteorologist there at the Weather Channel. Her name was Alexan...
So, I was out walking my dog one day, and this woman jogged past... my imagination took off, and now I present to you another new story. I hope you enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was walking my dog the first time I saw her. Well, that's not exactly true, but at the time I thought it was. It's true I was walking my dog, but it wasn't really the first time I s...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
This is it, the final chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. *********** Chapter 7 I sat in the reception office of Dr. Klein, having checked in a few minutes earlier than the email suggested. The room was like many others I had been in, with joined chairs covered in floral designs, end tables with magazines that nobody ever really reads and landscape art screwed...
Chapter 4: Let's Spend the Night Together All rights reserved, copyright 2010 "Tomorrow, we're going to have to get you some new clothes and shoes, my lady. These, I'm sorry to say, are pretty well done with. That's too bad, I really liked this skirt. Maybe we can find similar ones?" He carried me over to the elevators and carefully pushed for the 12th f...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Kinky Sex Games" ***** Hey guys! The name's Johnny. Looks like some lucky bastards have scored big time with that gorgeous Arabian news anchor Jilnar Jardaly. I'll bet my left nut nobody's experience come a...
"The search was called off today for Timmy Warner," the news anchor announced, "ending nearly five days of extensive searching. You may remember we started covering this story on Tuesday when Diane Warner, Timmy's mother, first declared him missing. The boy's friends and family say he had been acting strangely for days before his disappearance. He had been s...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To understand the full context of what is taking place here, I suggest you first read, "A Father...