This story is an attempt, possibly ill-advised, to mix erotica and mystery. It takes a while to become, hopefully, erotic and is rather long. I hope readers enjoy it. Unless the comments are negative, there will be a subsequent installment to conclude the story. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously...
"Totally dusty, girlfriend." "So did you let him get the drawers, sister girl?" "Oh hell no; of course not Ermin. You should've seen the sad puppy dog look on his face when I didn't invite him in. He didn't even get a goodnight kiss, no handshake or nothing!! Shit, I got down with the accessories, if you know what I mean?" "You so savage, Shaila girl; you...
This story is the fifth in a series. The stories are told roughly in sequence and each story assumes knowledge of the prior stories. Therefore, I recommend reading my stories "Kelli," "Kelli CH 02," "Kelli CH 03," and "Kelli CH 04" before reading this story. This story is a work of fiction. Perhaps the story's most fictional aspect is that it depicts a worl...
This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as do the characters in this story. The Heartland Bank referred to in this story is completely fictitious. Any similarities between any character in this...
A small tale for our times, being my entry for the "Love the Ones..." story event. May we all find our own lamp. + Duster in hand, Tammy looked around the shuttered shop. Its owner, her uncle, was down with the virus, leaving her in charge of Azdem's Antiques. Conveniently, the job came with a small furnished apartment above the store. Actually, given...
There's a film called Love in the Time of Cholera. This isn't it. This is my CoronaVirus effort. Sometimes, when you're in pain, your mouth runs away with you. And there are few clear answers. It was the day the music died. "Okay, baby. I'm going to have to go. That morning shift is killing me -- and I have to be up at half five." I looked mournfully at t...
PART 1 I'd like to tell you a story about some people I know. This story has only three main characters. Actually, depending on how you define 'characters,' it may only have two. Let's call it three. The main character isn't a person. It isn't even a living thing, so I'm told. It is an infectious agent, more commonly called a virus. Yes, you guessed it. The...
All was quiet at 1:30 AM on Frontier airlines flight 1418, or at least as quiet as an Airbus A319 at 32,000 feet gets. Despite having pushed back from the gate at Las Vegas a few minutes late, the pilot had promised as they taxied to the runway that the flight would arrive at O'Hare a little before its scheduled arrival time of 6:39 AM. The sparse collection...
A friend once asked, if I could manifest all the money, I ever wanted what would I do with it. To be honest the first thing I thought of was quitting this stupid temp job and go to school because I really want to learn how to be a game developer and/or graphic designer. I guess that's the problem with this world though, you need money to do the things you wa...
Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...