Cameron watched the clock carefully. Eleven-thirty. Just half an hour more and he could slip out of the office early. He had an appointment today. But not the doctor's appointment that his co-workers thought. Although this did more for his mental health than any doctor, psychiatrist or psychologist ever had. And he had tried them all to rid himself of this c...
Let's imagine a world where all the world's religious leaders decree tomorrow that eating is bad, sinful, and wrong, and moreover, that if you absolutely MUST eat, it can't be enjoyable, it has to be bland, without taste, and you have to eat in secret and in shame, and if you enjoy eating that you are a bad person. Almost immediately, your normal, healthy mi...
My name is Abdul Mohammed Akbar. I am a young man living in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I was born into a wealthy family, though I am by no means Arabic royalty. My family was fortunate enough to send me to study overseas. I hold a bachelor's degree in sociology from Emerson College in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, and an MBA from Ottawa University in...
My name is Rachel Shay. What I'm about to share with you is very difficult. But I must unburden myself somehow. You see, I was born different from the rest of humanity. I am a genetic mutant. Unlike the mutants you see in the movies and read about in science fiction magazines and comics, I'm quite real. And my life isn't a fairytale of adventure. And I live...
(All characters in this story are 18 at this point in time.) December 2009 It was my senior year in high school in Texas. Football season was over. The holiday season was here. That year coincidentally, it snowed. It never snows here. However, with the holidays came finals. In one of my classes, (a college prep course) we had to do a Secret Santa culminat...
It's very important to keep one's eyes on trends. Black sexuality is political. There is an emerging movement, very much like feminism of the 60s but dissimilarly driven, that has given rise to a segment of the population referring to themselves as sluts and whores as some sort of "empowerment". Some women are doing so without thought or consciousness, becau...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [THE ALMOST TRUE TALES OF A LIFE GUARD; BRILLIANT PROMOTER, HE CONVINCED HUSBANDS TO PAY HIM TO ALSO BE A 'WIFE GUARD'; THE WIFE GUARD ENDED UP PLANTING SEEDS IN A LARGE FIELD, RAISING NEW LIFE.] * What was that old rock 'n roll song: Indiana Wants Me (Lord I can't go ba...
It was a pleasant surprise when Robert saw Adam at the park one fine morning. Robert had known him in his college days about 15 years earlier. They were not the best of friends though they knew each other well enough. Now they were in their mid-thirties, busy with their own lives and they had all but forgotten about even each other's existence. Meanwhile the...
Arriving at Mother Mary's office, poor Sister Claire had assumed that she was in trouble. Weeks had passed since the sex party with Father Filippo, Mr Watson and the head of her holy order. She was sure she must have done something wrong. Even Father John, who she'd seen as a friend as well as a member of the secret group, had seemed to be avoiding her. Clai...
It was just past Monday noon when I knocked at the office door of the St. Louis Choral-Symphony Society. A pale man in his twenties wearing a dark suit and white shirt opened it and asked who I was. I told him of my appointment and he ushered me in immediately. Alfred Ernst was a man of average height, with an immaculately coiffed beard and hair, elegant cr...