This is a story about swimmers, so therefore, it must be a stroke story. Right? Am I right? ************************************* There were three generations of blondes occupying the table at the food court in the mall I had recently begun to manage. I had seen them before, perhaps each Saturday for about a month now. With each visit they captured more...
"How did I get here?" I asked myself. Of course, the answer was easy: I'm a broke-ass idiot. When I saw an advertisement for an experimental study where each participant would be paid five-hundred dollars if they were chosen, well, I jumped on it. The initial interview and selection process was surprisingly... physical. I suppose I should have expected som...
He didn't feel the need to lift his head, even as the doors to the TARDIS opened, and then closed again. He just kept working; after all, in this place, at this time, there were only three people who could have gotten inside, and since two of them had opted to spend the day getting married, there was only one person it could be. 'Hello, River...' He said, a...
Liam stared down at the sheet of paper, the tiny black font illegible unless he leaned in close, and the thick line down at the bottom waiting for him to write his name across it. Do you really want to do this? he asked himself for what had to be the thousandth time. Luke, his best friend and future...no, better not to think about that just yet...looked...
Authors Forward: I originally designed this as a sequel to Strip Club Tease Toy, but as I began working on the project and developing the characters, it morphed into something quite a lot larger than I expected, and a very intricate web of characters, rules, and devices with which to torment the hapless Dan Green began to form. This is Part One of a planned...
Moist air collected on an 11-year-old's brow as he tried his darnest to clear his family's hay field. The scythe he wielded weighed almost as much as him and every swing put him off balance. He paused to recuperate. "Elisha!" His brother called to him from afar. He abandoned the pigs he was tending. Elisha stopped what he was doing to run to him. Kartan me...
Daniel raced along the beach, the surf crashing about his boots, sucking them and him deeper into the soft sand. Neither the wet, squishing inside them or the ninety pound pack on his back registered. He was a man driven. Driven by demons that had haunted his dreams for over two weeks. Dreams of soft, welcoming flesh that turned suddenly still and icy cold....
Note to readers: The overwhelming response to my original tale was positive and I was shocked to see so much fan mail. You have encouraged me to take the time out and write the second part of my journey and I have to say it was fun to relive it. I'm always surprised at how many men are actually encouraging their wife to do what I had to drag my husband in...
The strobe lights flashed in a frantic, seizure-inducing tempo in tune with the thrumming bass, and the sea of people was a black, shapeless mass occasionally lit up to reveal elated faces. I shouldered my way through the crowd, right at the base of the center stage. I was a bit overdressed with my suit and tie, but I hadn't initially planned on being ther...
Chapter Two: The Screenwriters Before they left to meet the screenwriter at the Texan, Sally and Valerie packed a bag with clothes more appropriate for submitting to their Master. Both were lost in their thoughts on the drive. Valerie was still frustrated by how easily Milton Freeman, the producer, managed to make her mad. It wasn't going to help her deal w...