Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in bringing out this chapter. It's longer than usual. Any editing error's are my fault. * Sandy's Bar, Kebbi Creek July 11, 2002, Friday, 19:37 Thick fumes of nicotine assailed Caesar's nostrils as he walked through the beaded curtain into the dimly lit bar room. His eyes automatically scanned the people present. Most o...
Nightfall, at last I can move more freely. I step out of my apartment. The plain brownstone building in Vanier, Ontario, has been my home for the past two years. The landlord is an old man who doesn't ask too many questions as long as he gets his rent money in time. A tenant who sleeps during the day and comes out only at night? Not something he's given much...
The name is Stephen Channing. At first glance, I seem like your everyday average guy. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean, with dark brown skin and pale amber eyes. A proud son of Mother Africa and the British Fatherland, that's me. My father Luther Channing was an Englishman, my mother Edwina Franklin was African-American. They met in Boston during the s...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Editor's Note: this submission contains a serial killer as a character, but there is no snuff content. It does contain themes of dubious consent/nonconsent or kidnapping. * Well it's been a long journey with this one, i've been trying to record the damn thing so many times, but people keep coming in and out of the house.. hanging out just outside my door,...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? I decided to post it on lit because I realized not posting my stories really solves nothing. Having them remove one of my stories was the first and only bad thing that's happened to me on lit. Am I angry? Yeah, but life goes on. And plus lit fans are way too awesome to leave....
Author's note: Here's a short, weird one. Hope you enjoy. ***** "Mother, I think I've found the right one." "I hope you're right. We don't have much time left. Where did you find him?" "He's been living under the Seventh Street Bridge. He has a cardboard ground cover and a sleeping bag." "A homeless man, perfect. Does his face really look like your fath...
--- Part One - Rain --- This kind of thing never happens in real life, not to me anyway. An unexpected storm, an unplanned meeting away from work, and a split second decision to perform an act of kindness led to a friendship, and that friendship led to something more. I'm an idiot for even considering writing about it, but I can't seem to stop reliving the...
Adrienne opened her eyes and panicked when she didn't recognize where she was. After a moment, however, all that had happened the previous evening flooded her memory. Throwing back the covers, she looked around the room. Padding gently to the door, she tried the knob. It was open. Okay, another tick in the "not a serial killer" box. Moving back into the ro...
American Airlines flight 292 from LAX to JFK had barely left California airspace when the announcement was made. The pilot kept it nice and vague. Engine trouble. The flight would be making an emergency landing at Phoenix International. Kiernan Shipka had long wondered what the reaction to such an announcement might be. She thought it would be just like in t...