Chapter Seven - Retribution And so Michele's ordeal began. Every day at 1030 Michele and Jason left the administration building to conduct rounds of the Establishment, each going their separate way. But Michele snuck back in the building as soon as Jason was out of sight. She would go to the ladies heads and dig around in her handbag and pull out her makeup...
Chapter Three: Obvious Intentions Moving one step forward to the window in order to pursue her, Grant heard two quick knocks at the door. Not tonight, he thought. He was contemplating jumping out the window much like the mysterious woman who constantly made way into his thoughts when the knocks became more persistent. Sighing in defeat he slumped over to th...
Dearest readers: The first three installments of this series are in the 'mature' category, and the fourth in the 'anal' section (hmmm, guess why?), if you're following along at home, and need to catch up. This is a mystery novel, can't you tell? * Maggie jumped up from the bed, amazingly spry for a woman who had just orchestrated and been the leading lady...
Chapter 6 Cloudy with a Chance of Rain Alex's next journey sent him to another place he had never been. This time it was Orlando, Florida. The humidity there was insane to him; he felt as if he were being roasted alive for a slow-cooked meal. He couldn't help but wonder why the state was so hot given that it was almost completely surrounded by the ocean. H...
Matt is finally in high school, and excels in academics despite his confinement to a wheel-chair. He suffered from a rare illness when he was younger which left his legs useless. His body above his legs worked fine, including his recently awakened groin which his mother discovered from cleaning his underwear recently. She also discovered some girly-mags unde...
I don't know why but the story that I wrote titled "Braless Bike Ride" seems to be one of the stories that I get more questions about, and more requests for a sequel even though it doesn't have a very high ratings number with readers. However, I'm going to go ahead and write a sequel to this story anyway; and hope to write a few more sequels to other stories...
Angels landed seven feet from our front door. It must have happened while we napped by the fire this afternoon. I am surprised we did not hear them – the playful flutter of their wings should have stirred us, their contaminated laughter should have funneled into our sleep. In the twilight, the evidence of their trespass is very real and very fresh. * * *...
For me, like most things where I'm from, it began in the bar. And I was oblivious to it for ages. The three of us been spending a fair bit of time the preceding months dissecting her failing marriage, firmly in the opinion that it was all down to him. And, in fairness, it was. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Scott, I'm fit, forties and just st...
Alex had been working at the call centre for almost a year. The work was the same as every other job he'd had; dull, repetitive, and mind numbingly boring. Day in, day out, nothing but customers calling up to complain about this, that or the other. But then, he did work in the complaints department, so that was to be expected. The one up side as he saw it,...
Way back at the beginning, I mentioned that the story would jump the shark. Well, here we go. Ironically though, this was actually the original intention from the beginning. Original influence is from a 4-page short at the beginning of a doujin. The short pages were called 'Canned Peach' by Momoyama Jirou-and coincidentally, what got me into writing in the f...