Three hours later, after driving past huge groves of orange trees, we arrived in Santa Monica and saw a large pier with the sign "Route Sixty-six ends here." I had made it. A warm sense of triumphant came over me for driving the entire historic route from Chicago. I wanted to walk on the boardwalk and enjoy the liveliness, but was afraid Carla and I would be...
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My given name is Adam 2567-897. I am a soldier and a police officer. The year is 2109. I sometimes wonder if I am a normal man. What a strange thing for one to ask oneself, don't you think? I mean, how do you define normal? In these times in which I live, it's hard to tell. We've gotten used to so much. In 2008, the world went to war. Again. This time, it wa...
As the Police Jeep slowly drove away with poor naked Amanda seated up in back like the Homecoming Queen in a parade, Christina asked Cortez for help. Unfortunately, Cortez did not want to get involved. Fearing that he could get arrested for his part in the scandal, Cortez came up with a pitiful excuse. Cortez said that having him plead Amanda's case could m...
"The only certainties in this life are death and taxes," Brandon Jones said with a sigh. Lying on a hospital bed, in the intensive care unit of the Ottawa Hospital Civic Campus, Brandon felt his eyes drooping, although whether that had to do with the meds or his general tiredness, he couldn't say for sure. He would have fallen asleep again if it weren't for...
The bisexual lifestyle can be a lot of fun. Let no one tell you otherwise. My name is Lawrence Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking black man living in the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as an executive at Anderson & Winston on Boston's Financial District, one of the top investment firms in New England. For the most part, life is good. I ma...
'I am so completely screwed.' I said. 'You got that right.' Snapped a senior officer at Metropolitan Police Station. 'So absolutely, completely, utterly, finally...' He thought for a minute. 'Stupidly...' I put in, bored. The officer's eyes narrowed and he sneered a little. 'Don't play games with me...' He looked at the police report and his eyebrows sho...
Pressed with a concern, that leaves her at a loss. Shauna wasn't sure what to do. No, she definitely was sure what to do. She must call the police and report what had accrued. Who would believe she acted in self defense. Surely the evidence would show that. If the rain hasn't washed it all away. Shauna called the police giving all the pertinent information....
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...