Fresh Off The Bus 4: Miss Teen Idaho An E&I Enterprises Story Note: This is a author invitational story in honor of my tenth anniversary as a writer(I'm 1 ½ years late). Authors are invited to write their own adventures of the Miss Teen USA contestants attending the pageant at the Nubian King casino in Atlantic City. They may be as long or as short as an a...
After publishing chapter 5 I got some comments criticizing the repetitive use of the game "Truth or Dare" in this story. I'm really sorry if this annoys any of you. I personally find the essence of repetition useful from a storytelling point of view. On chapter 5 the game was suggested by the narrator (Owen) as a fun thing to do after dinner, when Joey was...
During the last period of Bobby's soccer match, Linda, Michelin and I were sitting together in the stands. Linda had seen the young man she had named Lancelot, in the crowd. He had signaled for her to meet with him. She whispered and asked my permission to go to him. I let her stew for a minute and then said, "Sure Baby. You don't need a hall pass to talk...
Lis Rheume uttered an explicative under her breath when she reached under the bar counter and found no clean beer glasses. It was crowded and she didn't have time to chase after Kwame just because he couldn't keep up. She was about to head to the kitchen when she saw the short muscular black kid working his way through the crowd with three plastic glass rack...
WARNING The following story is a sex romp with the philosophy that, as long as all participants are fully consenting adults, anything goes. So, why the warning? Because 'anything' includes incest. Right from the start there's borderline mother/daughter and, not much farther in, father/daughter is implied if not actually described. Farther on down the lin...
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Amy sat down just before the bell rang. She tucked her books underneath her, and pulled up a notebook and a pen, and was ready for class. Mr. Flowers, or Hank as he insisted everyone he taught call him, because Mr. Flowers made him sound ridiculous, lounged at the front of the room. He was leaning against the whiteboard, his legs crossed over one another a...
O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Lee and Ying Ma were unbuttoning Jacob's vest and shirt, but his original feeling of guilt at taking pleasure with another woman so soon after Molly's passing had returned. Had he really felt the beautiful Irish girl's presence out in the saloon or had he been deluding himself to try to justify his disloyalty? When the crowd in the saloo...
Note: I had hoped that my English (as a second language) would be good enough to skip such notes. But to forestall more comments, a small warning: there will be some spelling and grammer mistakes... Here's how things are. I got a post, at barely 36 years old, as teacher in my local College, the very same place where I studied for my post-grad degree in psyc...
Chloe and I, in our mid-thirties, have been married for eleven years, since we graduated college together. No kids yet, and may never have them. Right now, we're having fun, and we don't feel that our lifestyle is "settled" enough yet for children. This is the story of how that lifestyle started. Chloe teaches high school English, mostly the advanced placem...