"On this dark, stormy night I travel lost and alone; in the shadows I roam. Through the labyrinth of mortal decay further down the spiral each day as hopes slowly slip away. These twisting, empty streets my home, drown in filth paved with blood. What kind of Beast have I become? To live in nothing, to feast on pain: Have I lost it, gone insane this mystery r...
Margo and I have made a date to meet a local band "White Trash" to hear them play at a local club near campus and ask if they will play at our rally.I arrive early, followed in about fifteen minutes by Margo. Sliding in beside me in the booth, she leans and whispers, "Let's go outside for a few minutes." Interested, I rise and follow her. She stops to take...
CHAPTER 1 The sky was dark with an approaching rain dump and Annalee Roach-Simpson's face reflected the mood of the weather as she went with jaw-set into the dayroom to confront the embarrassment of her family, her unmarried 30-year old daughter Peyton. "Hi mom." "We need to talk." "Shoot." "What on earth does that mean?" Peyton put down the lurid maga...
The Steelers are playing the Browns in the playoffs so I wanted to have friends over for a football party. I'm a die-hard Steelers fan and my friend, Kurt, is a big Browns fan. Usually the Steelers run all over the Browns, so I figured having Kurt over to watch the Steelers humiliate the Browns would be fun. I invited two other friends, Josh and Brad, over a...
To all, Due to the interest in this series, here is part 7. This chapter is about the choices we make in life. Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of Drew Jr. Part 8 Drew was...
Pot Head Rob rolled up to his parents' house and pushed his mountain bike into the shadows by the porch. With his younger sister soon to turn eighteen and heading off to college in the fall, his parents were milking her remaining time at home for all it was worth. This week, it was a ski trip to Colorado. He was going to take advantage of every moment he c...
Author's Note: Jake Rivers is my new pseudonym to replace Dynamite Jack. The first of the year I will be changing all of my stories over to my new id. Thanks to the many readers that have given support and encouragement. Thanks to techsan for his editing help. Early December - Charlie People think it's easy to do this Santa Claus crap at the department s...
THIS PARTY IS FOR GROWNUPS. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OVER. ////////// "Well, you're early," I heard as the door was opened by a leggy, bouncy redhead in pink panties and a cropped Rolling Stones tank top. It showed plenty of lovely cleavage, and a bit of sideboob. "Oh shit! Brian!" She jumped back, her pretty smile turning into a surprised look. She sort...
Bob Randall walked across the damp grass wearing heavy boots and a waterproof poncho. It was early evening, and if he timed it right, the sun should be going down by the time he arrived at his post to spy on the subject of his latest job. A few days ago, a wealthy couple had come into his office, had the obligatory cup of coffee, and gotten more or less righ...
Flicker. Glows of match. Then the thready light goes out again. It is dark and cold. There is a match in an other section of the old house. Flicker. Then gone again. He thinks, E.T. with his warm face and his finger that glooowwwweeeeeddddd. Flicker, snap, twists against the side of the kitchen matchbox. Hiss yellow. Like a snake out there. He hated snakes....