John has never written about my relationship with Damien or even really mentioned Damien in his stories. He always felt Damien was something very special just for me. Lately, however, John's wanted to record some of my memories of my time with Damien. So this is my story told by John trying to use my words. This happened a few years ago now so some of the de...
If you want to be critical, her tits and ass were too big. How is that even possible, you might ask? If you saw her Instagram page you wouldn't say that. She posts pictures of her tits almost every day; her ass is reserved for special occasions. Nearly 100,000 people follow her starting their day with a tease of her pinching her nipple. If you look at the pi...
As I pulled my suitcases out of the taxi trunk, I heard my name being yelled. I glanced up to see Jacob walking down his driveway, a smile on his face, "Hey man, how's it going?" His words came out in a jovial manor, and as he came to stand next to me, I cocked an eyebrow at him. Instantly the smile that had been plastered on his face faded and he nodded, "...
CHAPTER 1 Bo Short (Bo being short for Bob which was short for Robert) went into the bar. He'd been told to meet Charlie and Eddie Hooker there because a well-paying job was on offer. The brother's Sergeant at Arms, a beefy guy called Herb, frisked Bo and the guy said through broken teeth, "Go to them. They're behind me." The bar was half-full of guys who...
By 1980 Ian Abercrombie had parlayed chance, talent, hard work into a perch from which he soared. He yoked himself to the school newspaper just long enough to synthesize the three major reporting manual styles. (Chicago. Times. AP.) Quickly frustrated with school editors whose "lazy white man" allegiances outweighed merit, he eventually bluffed his way into...
"When we overcome our assumptions based on indoctrinated hang-ups, we find beauty can be discovered within limitless opportunities." --- Storyteller4U * The sight of my beautiful Sarah sleeping soundly on our bed rekindled my emotions from last night's sensual encounter. Just 3 months ago, neither of us knew the other existed; yet I couldn't imagine feelin...
Annie had a problem. "What's your sign?" Her mouth practically dropped at the question. It had to be the lamest line she had heard all night. Next to her at the bar, typing away on her phone, Breanne audibly scoffed, rolling her eyes and not even turning to look at the man who had dared to open with such a cliché. But it was almost midnight on Saturday...
The air was crisp as I walked down 7th avenue. The air was always crisp his time of year. I usually walked later in the day, but today I had an appointment. My new job started today. After 9 years of working in a factory I was ready for a move. So far I don't know much about the job, I answered an ad in the newspaper. It said "High wages, night time hours, l...
Maman Brigette: a selection of entries from the journal of Gerard D'Estaing, mid-shipman on the slave ship 'Le Saphir' . Sanatorium for the Insane, Paris, 2 Feb 1788 I cursed the day that I met Captain Bernard Dugarry. What a fateful decision, made over too many cognacs in a tavern in La Rochelle, though it seemed the right one at the time. I had been disc...
Part One This past weekend started out like most other weekends. Saturday mornings, I usually get awakened around 7:30 by my trusty companion (my 10 year old yellow lab – Trixie) for her morning walk and breakfast. This past Saturday started out just like that. When we returned from our short walk (merely to the end of my driveway and back), I gave Trix...