After two months of passionate breeding with his mother and sister (who were now very pregnant), Arthur departed from his home and headed in the direction of the Good Magician's castle. The thought of seeing Dana had him very hard and the ride was a painful one. Arthur was admitted through a rear entrance to the castle since he would not be asking the Mag...
Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...
"How the hell did I get myself into this?" Joan thought to herself. She hardly notices the puff of smoke that billows from her mouth as she exhales the cigarette smoke before it disappears through the driver's side window of her husband's car. She does however notice the first light breaking over the mountain as she turns left, heading in an easterly directi...
The night was hot and sticky. The roar of traffic pulsed between every set of lights in this urban sprawl. I'd been blown out by a friend for what would have been a great night of drink, music and hopefully, lust. Every few months or so we head down town and immerse ourselves in the seedy side of life. After years of boredom that 9-5 throws at you, it's goo...
You know when you can't sleep? For no reason? Insomnia with an unknown cause. Work's fine, kid's doing well, financially... as good as can be expected, comfortable. There's the basic nitty-gritty, but for the most part, there's nothing grinding my ass to the bone on a daily basis, I just can't sleep. Tired of tossing from side to side, at 2:14am, I get up...
It's a fairly common misconception in many schools... boys are better at math, and girls are better with language. When people find out for the first time that I majored in or teach mathematics, many find it exceptional that a woman would have that interest. What's strange, though, is the thought that someone whose main interest is a left-brained activity li...
This could probably be the last time that I will post on this site. The pressure of coming up with new and different storylines, combined with the increase in the amount of volunteering that I am involved with, leaves me with little time to write. I do have one project on the go, I recently discovered the lost chapters of Astoria Park, and I will, when time...
Note: although I recommend you read the first two chapters to put everything into context I think this chapter can be read as a stand-alone story. +++++++++++++++++++++ Just about every day after their first meeting Amy had been fucked by Kasib and his friends. She'd been taken again in the cafe, in the back of Kasib's car, in the local park and also back...
Camille Charmane Jackson was the name given to me by my dear mother. I later had my last name legally changed and took my father's name. I was born in 1937, in my parent's house in the northeastern coastal region of Florida. My father was a white businessman and my mother his black lover. Our lives were strange to say the least. Mama lived with my father and...
Neil dialed Lisa’s number carefully. His stomach was in a pleasant knot of butterflies. He looked out of his window at the sea. It was a stunning afternoon, and a gentle sea-breeze rippled the sea behind the surf. He thought about his introduction line, and then Lisa answered. Lisa had a slightly English accent, something from the Home Counties, but Neil cou...