Chapter 32 Who Lives, Who DiesTwo doctors, a fourth-year resident who was a woman and a third-year who was a man, sat slouched in their chairs in their rumpled scrubs in the doctor's lounge off the ER of San Francisco General Hospital, watching a re-run of Grey's Anatomy. A third doctor, also a resident and a man, slept on the couch, turned with his back to...
They called it Springdale Peak, a gated community far from civilization deep in the countryside. Springdale had a unique set of rules for anyone to move in, as stated in their official charter: 1.) All residents need to be between the ages of 18 to 55. This includes children in families. 2.) All residents need to be in peak mental and physical health and mu...
It's always fun to hear from friends and stay in touch, especially if they take me up on my offer to stay a night with us here at the Milk Weed Ranch. It's a 75,000+ acre "dude ranch" and retreat. There are a few streams, a big lake, mountains in the background, horse trails, livestock, vegetable, herb and flower gardens, a buffet style dining hall, a chapel...
"So what are we doing here again?" Sir Carnos said, riding his powerful steed Savolt in a confident gallop. Smokesnort that Dragon was coasting effortlessly through the air behind him, while Lindi the Wizardess trotted atop her lazy, droopy looking horse beside them. "I've told you three times already, Sir Carnos. We're searching for the Ogre village of Th...
I was driving to work when the first chords came drifting out of the car radio like a lullaby. And then Cass Elliot's haunting voice followed, singing the words I knew so well. Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me My wife never knew why the song made me cr...
As usual, I have used real locations in this story, though the characters are all fictional. The story is set in 1994-1995, when texting 'alphamate' pagers were in use, but before everybody had cell phones. __________________________________ "Oh, my God, what are the police doing here?" That was my girlfriend Libby, as we were sitting around, sitting arou...
Elevator Man -- Belinda's Story She is late. Fortunately, the elevator is not. Empty, it sits there, doors open, ready to take her upstairs to the hotel's swank Apollo Room. There, the office party is well underway. Having stepped quickly through the hotel lobby and with her thoughts steeped in this morning's disappointment, she strode to the vacant stainl...
Chapter 2: The American Dream Questions, Comments & Suggestions welcome. The restraints creaked and groaned as the voluptuous young blonde writhed against their oppression, her skin reddened and bloody from the effort. Butterscotch Fox lay naked on a reclining metal chair, bound at the wrists, ankles and neck by Diamentium cuffs. One arm was hooked up to an...
The sun rose over Ontario, Canada, and I rose with it. I've been living in this place for several years now and even though my passport now says permanent resident of Canada instead of dubious terms like refugee claimant and all that crap, this place still doesn't feel like home. Maybe it's because of the cold, hateful stares I get from random people as I wa...
I'm Muslim, my dear, so my butt hole is always clean, I said in a reassuring tone to my lover Tyrone Ferguson as I squatted over his face. Time for my gorgeous African-American stud to put those sweet lips to good use and eat my thick Saudi ass. Tyrone hesitated, then buried his handsome face between my butt cheeks. I giggled happily as I felt his tongue sna...