Chris's eyelids felt heavy as he tried to open them. The same could be said of limbs. The world around him seemed to be fading away. His senses dulled but he could still make out murmurs of a conversation that was going on in the room. "Get her in the chair and into the van quickly. The effects of the serum only last a few hours. We need to get her under se...
Yvonne Allen broke her arm. It would be more accurate to say that someone broke it for her. Her injury occurred not long after leaving a trendy club at closing time with a couple of her girlfriends -- Dana and Donna -- enjoying a girls night out. The club was known for being friendly to gays, lesbians and trans people; of whom Yvonne was a trans person. Her...
Edward (Eddie only to those who really wanted to annoy him) was frustrated. Frustrated that he couldn't move out of the hospital bed, frustrated that on a sunny day like this he was stuck inside with no hope of reprieve. But most of all he was being driven slowly mad by the itch on his ankle, unreachable under the cast. He thought of the run of bad luck that...
Ann was pounding her head against the workbench in frustration. There had to be a solution! She simply had to find a way to create a life-like replica of her breast! If she couldn't come up with some brilliant idea, she was screwed big time. Ann had spent the last few days brainstorming and checking different materials. Every day she was sitting there, fier...
"The Light is a love you carry on, even after your lover is gone. So, if I don't ever see you again... it's your job to carry The Light until the end." Bym beamed as bright as the moon in the starry sky above. The lanky young man strolled down the neighborhood sidewalk, holding hands with his date. Although he took on the appearance of a conventional dweeb—...
Letter 16 Day 18 Wednesday morning, haven't been out yet Dear V I didn't write because I went to out to dinner last night with M. Too full of meat juices when I got home to make any sense. Also unwilling to continue our story again. But of course, I can't escape you. You were in my dream. We were making love in the straight forward manner. Nothing fan...
This is a fictional account. Merry Christmas All! * Katie woke with a start and bolted up in bed. 'Where the hell am I?' she wondered in a bit of a panic. Bright sunshine streamed in the two windows made frosty looking from the snow and cold outside. It was warm and cozy inside and she was in a soft double bed with a nice thick comforter. She looked at her...
"Tell me again, Raul. Tell me about your tree." I sighed, smoothed out the wrinkles of the blanket covering Hosea's legs, and started the story again. Hosea's eyes twinkled and his smile told me that his interest in the story was blocking out the pain. That in itself would have been enough for me to repeat the story, but the story still excited me too, so I...
She faces the wall, feet spread until she has to balance on her toes, arches taut with tension. He lifts her hands and presses them to the painted plaster – he doesn't need to tell her to leave them in place. They've done this so many times before; he doesn't need to tell her anything. She barely breathes as he undoes his jeans, the belt buckle clattering to...
Hands ran over his slicked back hair, normally he styled it loose with a few waves of darkness cresting his brow. Blue tinted irises observed the hasty retreat of the daughter. Thoughts swirled as to why she so snubbed her sire. He was a great man, personable to a fault. He could not fathom the need to insult Vic. Then a flashback struck the forefront of his...