You will no doubt notice that certain words are intentionally left in lower case. It's for the same reason that Hannibal Lecter ate his victims; to show my contempt for them.* * Oh, religion. What a tangled web if there ever was one. I was born in the heart of the old South, where hellfire and brimstone preachers were as common as 57 T-birds and Sunday chi...
Meet Father James Nyondo, a thirty-something black man living in the town of Kibuli, not far from the City of Kampala, Uganda. In this small African country where priests and preachers from Europe have spent generations converting the locals to Christianity, becoming a priest or a preacher is a sign of high status. Father James Nyondo loves being a Catholic...
"Well. Okay. I knew I shouldn't have left." Mike Turner was more resigned to his situation than angry. He had taken an unknown side road out of Leavenworth to try to skirt the Kansas Highway Patrol's closing of K-7 due to near blizzard conditions. He just wanted to get home though hotel he was in had been just fine. Now, visibility less than a quarter mi...
Author's Notes: 'Trail of Promise' is my contribution to the Literotica Writers Go West event. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Trail of Promise ******** Chapter 1 For weary travelers, Jennerville must have seemed like an oasis of ease and relief. It was just west of the continental divi...
"Hey Preacher," the voice coming from the phone shocked me. No one had called me that since my last days in Vietnam. Four years at home and still trying to get past those days. "Jim you son of a bitch, I almost didn't recognize your voice." He had to know that it was a lie. Not more than a dozen people in the whole world knew me by that name. "What the hell...
Surprisingly, I am back with another part to this series. I can only thank the few readers that have commented and again RUWild for the encouragement to continue. I am very happy that my writing can entertain the people that it has so far. Hopefully, I will improve and I can provide good stories for a larger audience. So please, honest constructive criticism...
The ocean glimmers in a myriad of soft reflective pastels as the tiny sounds it intimately holds are engulfed completely by the more robust waves reminding the shoreline that nothing is truly solid forever. The nautical conglomerate, so easily swayed by the pull of the moon and the warmth of prevailing winds, redefines itself, and all it's contents, with eve...
Debbie Plum was running late for a meeting with her preacher at Church. At 18 she needed to asked to be excused from a class so she could attend another meeting for work. As she came around a corner she ran into him. Preacher Dan grabbed her shoulders and told her to go to his office, he would be right there. She walked in and took a seat in front of his des...
Chapter 1: Disappearance "Something's wrong" Sierra said more to herself than anything. Sierra moved quickly across the room to the telephone that hung on the wall. The phone rang as she put her hand on it. She looked pale, as her trembling hand picked up the receiver. "Hello?" Sierra said "Person to Person call for Sierra Jones" a static filled voice an...
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....