Somehow he knew the phone was about to ring. He wasn't certain how he developed the sense, if it could even be called that. Sometimes he chalked it up to being a creature of habit or being predictable himself, but despite that he couldn't deny the peculiar sense he felt, one of a heightened awareness or keen acuity when he knew the phone was about to ring....
(Author Note: As always, I want to thank you for taking the time to read my story and hope you enjoy it. I know I am not the perfect writer, but if you find something that will help me improve or have good or bad comments, please, let me know. Thanks!) Keni pushed the cart along the grocery aisle, but her mind really wasn't on shopping. It had been a we...
NOTE: We probably all know somebody a little bit like Emily Jeffers. That girl who wasn't that bright, but had all the goods. And because she wasn't so swift, guys took advantage of her naivety and easily convinced her into back seats, out of her panties, and plowed her like a fertile field — and then passed her on to their buddies. While this story is ficti...
Mandi looked out over her club from her upstairs office. The men and women of town were flocking to the Crimson. Her work brought her such great joy. These poor people were being liberated. Men abandoning loveless marriages to worship the first new pussy they'd seen in decades. Women coming to see the spectacle and winding up on their knees with the first co...
Jonathan was vexed, torn over what to do about his daughter Emma. Hester and he had raised her to be a good God fearing child. They would rise early, before it was daylight and start her on her chores. As the sun rose they went to church and then she was sent off to school. Returning home, she then continued with her chores and then helped fix dinner before...
Preacher Man, I know whatcha' do. I KNOW whatcha' do late at night. I SEE whatcha' do, old Preacher Man. You don't see me, neither does she. I am there. I am in church late at night. So very late at night. Too late for good boys and girls to be out. I am there. You take her to play. You take her TO church late at night. You take her IN church late at night....
Chapter 2: The Past Returns Sierra drove toward the bridge, entering Mercy Point. They approached the statue of Lady Mercy, Sierra stopped her SUV, 10 feet from the statue, turned to her sister and motioned for her sister to get out. "You need to let Mercy know you are here." Sierra said in a comforting voice. Kennedy took a deep breath, and expelled it....
Under new reforms introduced in 2010, re-offending rates have dropped to virtually zero, an amazing feat for a now self-funding prison service. Delinquents too young for the adult penal system are sent to reform schools, remote from their friends and families. Here they are cut off from all vices such as TV, internet, radio, phones, alcohol, and cigarettes....
This is my submission to the Wine and Old Lace event. I went a bit back farther than most, but it still fit the parameters. I hope you enjoy. ***** I watched the settlement for six days, amazed at how inept the people were at the simple task of living. They were oblivious to their surroundings, the men stomping about self-importantly while the women, for t...
The Quinlans came to take her from me one October night, they came while chanting ancient psalms in darkening twilight, they came to rescue her, they said, from my impure designs, to cleanse from her all traces of her bestial human side. The pious congregation had for weeks devised this mission. This lovely Quinlan girl had turned her back and risked perdit...