This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote. There are no underage characters in this story. All characters depicted are over the age of 18-years-old. "Baby! Baby! Come Back to Me!" Fed up with him forgetting her birthday and their anniversaries, a woman leaves her man after he forgets that today is Valentine's Day, t...
"One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight." Alright, brain, let's be nice to our new friend and take this seriously. "Ninety-seven. Ninety-six." Let's stare into that candle flame and get hypnotized. "Ninety-five. Ninety-four. Ninety-three." A candle? Does she need to make it so voodoo? Hey, stop that. We're taking this seriously. "Ninety-two. Nine...
Jill was standing in the door of the barn as we neared it. She had her camera out and was taking pictures of us walking naked to the barn. I was going to kill her—what could I do? We walked in the barn with her standing there. Our horses were in their stalls and our clothes were hanging on the coat hooks just inside the barn. She was giggling at us. We had...
Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike. Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She'd competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university's debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a...
Tom was just 19 when he moved to London. That was back in the early 1970s. On the basis of a couple of years' experience with a jobbing printer in High Wycombe, he had somehow managed to talk his way into being taken on as a trainee by an advertising agency. Initially, he was going to be working as a sort of dogsbody in the production department, but his ai...
NEED TO TALK, the note said. MEET ME IN THE BOY'S WASHROOM BY THE GYM. FIRST PERIOD. The note was written on an index card, and taped to the inside of Natalie Junswick's locker. At the bottom of the index card, Mr. Randle had signed his name. Natalie hadn't seen Mr. Randle in weeks, since an unfortunate incident at her house; inside Natalie's bedroom. The...
Smallpox! Just the sound of the word sent chills up my spine. Remembering the history of Deadwood from my past gave a real feeling of dread. From what I remembered, Deadwood lost almost half its people due to the smallpox epidemic in August of 1876. This was something that sent fear all through my mind as to what I could do about it. I wasn't worried about...
I started the water to the shower and pondered the conversation I had just heard Lisa have with her husband Ray. He was showing up a day early and of all times tonight. I could only imagine that now it was presumed that sex amongst us all was a given. Call me a hypocrite, call me what you like, but one thing I know I couldn't fathom was Ray fucking my wife....
CHAPTER 1 Slowly growing used to her heavily bandaged face, Faith Nixon lay in her hospital surrounded by flowers. Her still very distressed parents had just left. Faith wept. That was one thing she could do without triggering pain. He phone went. Gingerly she pushed the speaker button. "Hello." "Hi little darling." "Karen!" The sound of laughter fil...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...