Author's note: For once I had a hard time picking a title for a story. I started with "Revenge Is a Dish Best Served by 2", then moved to "The Bond Forged by Revenge", and was finally happiest with simply "Roxy Who?", the cathartic mantra for this story's couple. I hope that even though all three fit, you'll agree that it was the better choice. Enjoy! ~~~...
Amandil moved through the forested mountainside silently. The day was less than half an hour old, the air held a midwinter chill, and the sun hadn't topped the Ephel Duath yet; some fresh eruption from Mount Doom would make full daylight several hours distant. The sounds of the skirmish had traveled far down the mountainside to his ears, and from the nature...
This story is meant to be humorous. It deviates from my previous submissions. It is not meant to be taken seriously at any level and it is not meant to offend any person, persons, or groups or behaviors of individuals or groups. The only exception to this is that of the characters within the story. This story is a parody, "a comment on or trivialization of a...
(This is a continuation of a multi-part story. If you don't start with part #1, none of this will make sense.) -------------------------- I awoke to the strong smell of coffee in our suite. Anna must be making breakfast, I thought. I stretched and rolled over to see the time on the alarm clock. 7AM? That was early for us, especially on vacation. What was s...
"And in conclusion, I would like to reiterate that if we don't continue to move in a direction that will leverage both open online courses and the emerging mobile platform we may all find ourselves looking for new jobs in the very near future." There was a round of applause as Pamela Jensen stepped down from the stage and resumed her seat in the front row o...
It was Alexander's first morning back from college after having just finished his bachelor's degree. He confidently walked into his father's study after receiving a summons with breakfast. As a child this room's vastness and incredible sights and toys always held him in awe. Now a fully-grown man he could truly appreciate its architecture and the collections...
This is a story, based on real people, about some events that happened years ago. It's highly embellished and changes to some things were made to bring it in to this era. Like mobile phones for example, which didn't exist at the time. All the names have been changed. The only characters I actually had any sexual contact of any kind with were the ones referre...
Thanks to everyone who has written to me about my stories. Keep it up! I write in what I call a narrative style, not a lot of quotation marks etc to slow things down. I hope you enjoy, will add more to this later. * Jenifer (or "J" as she liked to be called) pushed her custom Quickie Q7 wheelchair into her kitchen for a lunch break. Her morning patient wa...
Sitting all alone on the expensive sofa in the lavish dining room, Jess Hall hugged herself as nervous butterflies flittered around her belly. She still wasn't sure that she could go through with what was expected of her. She glanced up at the ornate grandfather clock to see that she only had fifteen more minutes before the guests were going to arrive. Looki...
Sometimes I think I live for Friday's nights. It's the one night of the week that anything goes. On Friday nights I eat pizza and drink beer while I search the bars, cocktail lounges, night clubs, and strip joints hunting for hot horny available women. As I drove into the parking lot, of the apartment complex's that I live in. I was beginning to make my me...