Charlie had the horrifying dreams for years, starting when he hit puberty. He told his parents about them, along with the school counselors, but they always told him that they were just dreams and nothing was wrong with a young man having what they called “wet dreams.” Well, five years after graduating high school, two different psychologists, and loss of s...
Chapter 1B: Collaring Day She took the long way home so she would have more time to think, more time wearing her new collar and more time to think with the collar on. She wondered if there would be a difference when she took it off. For one thing, she hoped her thoughts would be more coherent than they were now. While driving almost on autopilot, her mind d...
Paul watched as Sarah drifted off into a light sleep. She would murmer and shift about on the bed, finding a comfortable position only to sigh and then move about again. He grinned to himself as he tried to imagine just what thoughts were going through her head as she rested on the bed beside him. Not wanting to bring her up out of her rest, he took the time...
Ah, look at all the lonely people...where do they all come from? Ah, look at all the lonely people...where do they all belong? ---The Beatles, from Eleanor Rigby * Only the distant waves pounding against polished rocks reminded him the end was near. He'd been walking for days, or so it seemed, and every bone in his body had pleaded, protested, and eventu...
Belle Dingle was a troubled young woman. Her ex boyfriend was on remand for several murders, her parents had separated and her mother moved to Scotland. Her venture into lesbian sex, though very enjoyable, had not developed as she hoped, with her first lesbian lover, moving to London and not returning her calls. She was depressed. Never a religious per...
I'm only half awake, I feel you stirring next to me, moving the covers, your warmth close to my side. You roll towards me and your hand slides on to my stomach, slightly cooler that my own warm skin. Your breath soft against my skin as you bring your head to rest on my chest. I raise my arm and allow you to lay against me, putting my hand against the small o...
"Come on, Matt," Marni whined. "You still have an hour left before you're done. Just go in back and get a stack of each and put 'em on the floor. By the time that's done, your shift will be almost over." Matt turned and walked away from her without saying a word. He hated this fucking job. He was home from his freshman year in college and his parents made h...
White. That was all Judith was aware of. An eternal, silent void in which she floated - or was she prone? WIth no frame of reference, no horizon line in the distance, she had no way of knowing. Perhaps she was standing, still as a statue. Cognizant thought came back to her slowly, piece by piece. Fragments of memory snapped into place like pieces of a pu...
NOTE: THIS IS A FICTIONAL VERSION OF THE RUMBLE MATCH ITSELF. I SHOULD ALSO NOTE THAT I WROTE THIS IN 1998 SO SOME CURRENT STARS ARE NOT IN THIS. ANYWAY, ENJOY! The ring announcer, Howard Finkle, is now coming to the ring for the Royal Rumble. FINKLE: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for The Royal Rumble!! A roar comes up from the crowd. FINKLE:...
At the request of a reader who was kind enough to offer both feedback and a plot suggestion, I have this to say: Chris entered Room 834 at the Palmer House Hilton and was immediately overcome by a stench he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of housekeeping a few minutes after...