Upon reading the comments on imhapless' story "For The Greater Good" I started to believe that many were written by whiny petulant little girls. Then I realized that my thoughts were insulting to the whiny petulant little girls of the world. Since no male took up imhapless' challenge to write another ending to the story, I decided to, even though I was quit...
However much I admired Crystal's song-writing skills when I was playing in her band, I didn't really dwell much on the meaning of her lyrics. Certainly not with the intense attention to detail as Polly Tarantella. She quotes from Crystal Passion's lyrics as if it was poetry and uncovered depths of meaning in them that had never occurred to me. I suppose i...
This story is told from a perspective of a young guy who recently turned eighteen. This has been made purely for satire purpose and syntax, tone, and storytelling elements are used the way they are for that exact purpose. Basically, this is the story an eighteen-year-old me would tell people, with some elements being true and some being fully exaggerated. Fe...
Young Li Min brakes his old DFH5 Ziyang-made locomotive to a halt two hours before midnight. He dismounts and pulls a track-side rail lever before climbing back up to power the black diesel behemoth onto a siding -necessary so as to not block the main tracks. He turns off the engine, which sputters a little in protest before finally dying. Li Min is a sligh...
I rarely write in the third person, so this story is an experiment for me. My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing and education about the commas and semicolons. * Marybeth stomped down the street trying to vent her anger. Brad had pissed her off every day this week, setting a new record for his insensitivity and selfishness. Moreover her wrist hurt where h...
My husband and I were enjoying our second wedding anniversary in a local restaurant when out of the blue he dropped this bombshell question. "Do you ever think about fucking other guys?" He stammered nervously. I put down my knife and fork, looked him directly in the eye and replied. "What kind of question is that?" "I mean when we're having sex, have yo...
Our street is, as they say, “bottom of the heap,” you know, in distinct contrast to old Frank Sinatra who proclaimed in song he wanted to be “Top of the heap.” Back some time in the middle of the twentieth century some politicians and town planners decided they wanted to build a sort of Utopia for us down the bottom people. Utopia, “No place,” was about rig...
You will appreciate this Chapter more if you read the earlier chapters first. If you're new to The Extended Family series, you are invited to read the entire series. Oh, and please vote. I love your e-mails and I'll respond to most of them. Thanks for reading. ***** Jeremy had found a photo shop that would rent him a light kit that consisted of three photo...
MARTHA'S TURN Aaron came over to the house on Friday but not to fuck Chris. He hung out with the family at the pool for a short while. When Chris was absent for several minutes, Aaron made his offer to Martha. She told him she would think about it and let him know of her plans. One thing for sure, she was not going to stay at home with Chris and his two gay...
Author's Note: As we're more or less at the halfway point to my little series, I figured this chapter would be a good place for a re-cap if you're just joining us. In chapters 1-5, Melvin MacMuffin, a lovable loser, met a strange witch, drank some magical love juice and became irresistible to women. The next day, he got a date with his secret love, Courtne...