El cálido sol de mediodía brillaba en el tranquilo parque de la ciudad, un oasis de tranquilidad en medio del ajetreo de la vida urbana. El césped recién cortado exhalaba un aroma fresco, y los árboles extendían sus ramas, ofreciendo una bienvenida sombra a los pocos transeúntes que disfrutaran de su almuerzo al aire libre. Entre ellos se encontró a Laura, u...
Capítulo 1: Introducción Oscuridad y silencio absolutos. Es tan silencioso y oscuro. Ni siquiera puedo ver mis propias manos delante de mí. Mis pies se mueven, pero no hay sensación de piso debajo de mí. Es como si caminara por el aire. Es inquietante, como si estuviera en algún tipo de realidad alternativa. No puedo evitar preguntarme si estoy soñando o si...
Antes de empezar un aviso, esta historia no promueve ninguna actitud, acción o conducta que pueda resultar perjudicial para el usuario, se recomienda encarecidamente NO realizar ninguna de las actividades mencionadas en esta historia. En caso de querer recrear algo de lo leído la responsabilidad será únicamente del lector, fuera de eso me gustaría recalcar q...
El despertador estalla en un chillido metálico, vibrando en la mesita de noche como si intentara huir de su propia existencia. Karen abre los ojos de golpe, su ceño fruncido antes siquiera de estar del todo despierta. Con un gruñido, estira un brazo musculoso y lo apaga de un manotazo firme, casi lanzándolo al suelo. Suspira y se sienta en el borde de la cam...
This story is a work of fiction. The actions of the characters and the results of those actions, may, therefore, not be in keeping with reality; especially the legal stuff. There is not much sex. ***** My wife fucked him on the high seas... But he who fucks last fucks best. Her name was Catherine and she died at 2:18 in the afternoon. In three more days...
I wrote this a year ago, but never submitted it. I have a few others I need to submit. These are my actual true stories, with the names and locations changed. So I was back in Madera and subjected to 100 plus degrees in a dirty and sweaty environment for a long day. I was able to split from the job site for a few hours and go back to Jenny's. When I showed...
Un dia, un hombre conoció a una mujer en Argentina... Once upon a time, a man met a woman in Argentina... As the airliner was on its approach to the airport in Buenos Aires, Bradley Taylor looked out at the metropolis below. It was a huge city — as one would expect, since almost half of Argentina's population lived in the greater Buenos Aires vicinity. Th...
"God damn, girl. Hold still, will ya?" Bria grunted through sneering, pierced lips. "Don't be such a friggin' baby. It's just a tattoo." Squintingly, she repositioned the needle and resumed tracing the stencil on Janelle's forearm. Being squeamish, Janelle kept her eyes closed as the ink seeped into her agitated flesh. Although the sensation was tolerable,...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. My apologies! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it is part of a collection of several very short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have now been linked to make up a readable chapter....
This is the story about a young woman named Kelly, and an older gentleman TJ, written in the first person from the perspective of the girl. TJ is a friend of the family, and was Kelly's frequent "babysitter" when she was a young girl. Readers will notice I have split the events of the evening into two parts. Part One is the more tame telling of the non-sexua...