1 Harriet Zyczyk watched the water droplets slide down the thick glass of the train window. It was spring, and there would be no more snow. The 'plain Jane' twenty year-old felt safe inside the thumping metal monstrosity, protected from the rocks and bottles sometimes hurled at the Long Island commuter car as it passed through rough neighborhoods. Introver...
Chapter 1 Max Marks (28) sniffed as if he were smelling flowers and stretched as if he felt free. Actually, the air smelt much better than inside where it was heavy with the oppressive tang of BO. Standing outside Marshland Jail waiting with 13 other ex-inmates, Max thought about the prison Superintendent's explanation why he was being released on Christm...
The Partnership started between myself and Ben Twiggle in January of 1870 on a dry dirt farm in Kansas with 150 head of cattle and almost enough acres to feed them on. Ben and I made plans to rob a train and get enough money to buy a decent ranch and a Saloon. Molly and I had been married nearly two years and little Jenny was nearly two. Ben had been livin...
Don Franco was one of Hollywood’s more successful Talent Agents. He had a couple of well known television soap actors in his stable as well as a few small movie stars, although the bulk of his clients had day jobs. “Oh yeah, that’s it Sherri honey,” Don groaned, leaning back in his chair as a blonde head bobbed in his lap. The girl sucking his cock was a pr...
This story is partly autobiographical. I'll let you guess which parts. ---------------------------------- "That was a good pizza," said Linda. "Do you feel like desert?" I shook my head. "Nope. Let's hit the store, pick up some Lotto tickets and go home." "OK, but I have to use the restroom. I'll meet you out front." I signed the check and walked out the...
Don't Do The Crime If You Don't Like The Punishment Part 1 the crime She woke up at 8:00, she had four hours to get ready and get to the meeting place. She got up, showered and went down for a cup of coffee. Today would be the third robbery the group had made in as many months. She had gotten a third of the booty from the first two and already had almost a...
By Woodmanone Copyright March 2016 This is a true story. I've embellished and dramatized the plot line a little (I couldn't help myself). The basic facts are true and horrific. Mike Harmon is based on a friend who was the Special Investigator in the actual case described in the story. He and others do a difficult job with their own satisfaction for justice...
Syn stood in the bank tellers line, waiting. Though the air was hot and dusty, two great metal fans were making an attempt to keep the dust at bay. One rotated slowly within a wall and the other in the low ceiling. The lighting was also dim, an attempt, perhaps, to hide just how filthy the floor was. Syn stood on he tippy toes, attempting to peer over the...
I was working the counter at our auto parts store when a man in a suit stepped up and flashed some sort of official looking ID at me. He then asked if I was Bill Evans. "Why don't you show me your identification a little more slowly?" I asked politely. "That was a little quick." The guy scowled as he once again pulled his wallet from his pocket and flopped...
Susan - Tuesday Morning: I was just so sad and depressed even after the ER visit and an hour more talking with Dr. Rachel. My mind was just spinning even though I had taken a Valium. I just couldn't understand what I had done to make that nice young man Sam O'Donnell do the things he had done to me. It MUST have been my fault and I guess I was still so fuck...