"What's the point of this story? Or maybe I should be asking how badly does this story suck? Why do I write this stuff for her when she might not like it, and then she'll think I'm an idiot?" He always had these thoughts when he finished a writing project, the moment at which he came close to deleting the file in a fit of self-doubt. But he never did, most...
Part 1 "The Card" It was a Friday afternoon. I had just gotten home from the evening classes at college when I noticed that the mail was on the countertop. I guess my roommate Dave had finally woken up from his alcohol and pot induced coma and got out of his bed which he no doubt shared with other people... to be more exact - two chicks. Dave likes to hav...
The dojo was dead silent. This man was proclaimed invincible in which twenty nine Sensei can attest to. What's more bizarre is the sight that was displayed before the onlookers. This fair beauty dressed in a beautiful kimono, hair tied in red ribbons was the one that dethroned this invincible king. You can hardly blame anyone for questioning the very existen...
This is a story from last weekend. There are actually two stories in here, one from each night. The first one quiet, then second one... NASTY. My wife and I were away for the weekend to have a little fun. We got to the hotel on Friday night. Not a really nice place but it did have an outdoor pool and hot tub. It was one of those places where all the rooms l...
********************************** Copyright Jeanne D’Artois July 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************...
It was a hot and humid summer night, just a week past my 28th birthday, and I was out drinking at a sports bar with Teddy, an old friend from high school who I hadn't seen in years. We'd recently reconnected through Facebook, and when business brought him to Baltimore, where I was living at the time, we made plans to meet up. So there we were, on neighborin...
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It had been the second break in, in as many weeks. My CD player and most of my best CDs' were gone. The first break in had been my wives car and her CD player and the few CDs' she kept were also gone. I was pissed. In the previous month most of the other residents had been robbed and the cops had not been able to catch the culprits. According to the police...
Another day, another dollar, as the saying goes, but like most people, Reanne dreaded the boring routine that work brings. The same job, the same questions, the same answers, dull, dull, dull. The only thing that brightens the day is the hour she gets for lunch. Her special time to get away from things, but today is different. There is a certain electricity...
The camera can make for a great tool. Even knowing the camera is there, it still holds many voyeuristic qualities. It is like another person looking into the lives of both the subject and the photographer. A photograph reveals the soul of the photographer and the flesh of the subject. A picture of a nude woman is not simply pornography or art; it is the refl...