John Watson drove home almost by rote. He finally looked out at the front of his garage and realized that he had absolutely no idea how he got there. The entire trip from the diner to his house was a blank. He took a long, shuddering breath, exited the car and stumbled into the house. His thoughts were chaotic and he felt a sense of emptiness and loss. He k...
My name is Amy. I can't believe how stupid I have been. I only hope I have not destroyed my marriage and killed the love of my husband and soul mate. We met when he came to our small town, fresh out of the seminary. Our church needed an assistant pastor as, the current pastor, Reverend Miller was getting on in years and his health was failing. The church c...
For those of you that read the original story, Consequences – Erin, and were disappointed with the original ending, this is for you. I deliberately left it open in the original story because endings always leave some people dissatisfied, but the original story itself left a lot of people dissatisfied. So, here is my ending. You asked for it! Edited as alway...
This is my very first submission and I welcome positive/constructive critiques. I am trying to improve my writing and hope you enjoy the story. * "Are you sure you want to do this?" The car idled in the parking space of Avalon Apartments. The lights of the parking lot combined with the faint light from the dashboard served to illuminate the two young women...
[Please note that this is a completely fictional story. It has been written as a erotic story and is not relevant to real life. All picture links in no way depicts an actual person and serve only to have an estimate representation of the characters in the story.] ‘White’ was the first thing Alan noted, it was so bright it was all that could be seen. “Hello A...
29 June Mike My hotel room smelled like crap, I smelled like crap, and unsurprisingly I looked like crap. Oh, and I felt like crap. Come to think of it, crap pretty much described my whole life right at the moment. I mean, what sort of fucking moron gets ripped off by a prostitute? And how in the hell was I going to tell Deb? During my emotional wallow I t...
Peggy told us this one evening after a very pleasant afternoon on Weymouth Sea front we had danced along, arm in arm, eight of us, like a bunch of hooligans, with the usual 'kiss me quick' hats, sticks of candy floss and a few games of bingo under our pinnies. Jenny had won twenty quid and we rounded it off with a gorgeous fish supper there on the quay side,...
'Name's Ted, but because I am a Scouser down in London, you have guessed it, my followers call me Scouse. A plumber on building sites. The same followers say that I am built like a shithouse door! With the 'Vacant' notice written on my forehead. really I'm six feet tall with a broad hairy chest, hair which I had transferred from my head downwards. Yes, Madam...
The next morning I was awoken by a loud banging on the front door. "Alright I'm coming, I'm coming," I called groggily before stomping down the hallway. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit me in the face and I was tempted to ignore whoever it was that was so rudely banging on my door. But instead, I fumbled with the lock on the door and finally got it...
Hi all, The Empty Chair is a story about what happens to a relationship after a dramatic disclosure. It has been written in three parts and I'll apologise now for those who will later comment about my grammatical issues. As before, I welcome and look forward to your thoughts. ***** The hospital room was not quite dark, for a lonely streak of light intrud...