This is Alternative Ending #6 of 'Sprung'. It has the same beginning as 'Sprung 1 - 4, all the way down to 'Alternate Ending Number 6'. It stands alone. There's a little bit of sex and it isn't a complete ending. Use your imagination. My public service gift to those struggling to start writing is an invitation. Grab any of the stories below you like and do...
The Beach House - Chapter 8 extra - Ashley "Randy? Randy!" Ashley shouted across the water to her kayaking companion. She had been calling to him for twenty minutes now, but he had his damn iPod turned up so loud that until she was able to catch up to him there was no way he could hear her. He finally noticed that she was trying to get his attention, and p...
This is the first story I have submitted here. It's actually the first piece of creative writing I've written in a long time. Fair warning the story is slow, and not too much happens in the first few chapters as I aimed for readers to discover the personalities and quirks of my characters as they continued to read. I also wanted my characters and my story...
A rusted out, squeaking Gran Torino drove down a long private stretch of road just outside of Greenwall. Inside sat Kenneth Clark called Kenny or sometimes Ken by near everyone he knew and the very proud owner of the classic clunker. His thick brown hair was medium in length, yet short enough that he never needed to worry much about having a bad hair day, us...
Northern Lights By Richard Wark August, 1975 Deliberately, noiselessly, careful not to awaken the four guys in the tent, I zip the door shut and take a few steps into the woods. Even with the flashlight in hand, I have to pick my way carefully through the trees and bushes. Once I'm behind a row of trees, halfway down to the lake, I snap off the flashlight...
It was several weeks ago that it happened. It was a Thursday morning and I was up trying to get our two kids ready for school when the phone rang. Since it was only 7:30 I wondered who could be calling. Caller ID said it was an out of area code number which made me wonder even more. "Hello." I spoke into the mouth piece. "John, its me." It was Clare, my...
Sarah was just an 18 year old cute little High school senior cheerleader when she stumbled onto Sir Jeff's website about ponygirls. She was from a small farming town in the south, and being the curious girl, she started searching for more information. She spent many nights combing the internet for information, stories, pictures, and other useful information...
[MF, background conversation but no sex] Tag: It was only a car ride... This prologue gives you the background of how my friend Chantelle and I met, and about some of the conversations we had over the years where got to know each other VERY well. This set the stage for our later play, and it's true, but the prologue has no sex. If you want to get to the ac...
Copyright© 2009 by Jake Rivers Author's Note: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, su...
Micheal Scott McKinley sat on his bunk absently reading a seven year old wrinkled and dusty copy of a dated National Geographic from the prison library. An article about a failed attempt by several mountaineers to scale Mount Everest had vaguely caught his eye. Being an adrenaline junkie his whole life, McKinley had sill not gotten use to the stale, monoto...