Disclaimer: All living and artificial characters, places and companies are figment of the author's imagination. Unfortunately you cannot order a doll from 'Fooka Fikka Pichka' Inc. Note the tongue? It is firmly planted in cheek. ©2010 Wolffwerks "Please fuck the shoe slut Sir or Ma'am! I am Dr. Bane's Pichka and I would love to take you to the Night of t...
A heavy rain fell on the 747 as it was pushed back from the gate. The airliner looked dark and perversely sinister in the evening light, like some kind of misplaced prehistoric whale wallowing on wet pavement, incongruously bathed in garish yellow light that flooded the crowded ramp. Open window shades along the side of the beast dappled the tops of the wing...
Chapter 1: Helplessness is not an emotion with which Red is intimately acquainted. He is familiar with foresight and planning, accustomed to being three steps ahead of everyone else, armed with layer upon layer of contingencies, cloaked in expertly designed exit strategies, and outfitted with an arsenal of influence. Being helpless is not a feeling he re...
She stood in the middle of the room with her back to him. Her gaze fell somewhere outside the realms of the room and she could easily have seemed pre-occupied. Well, in a way she really was. She was pre-occupied with trying to figure out what he was going to do. He had asked her to stand there and to just gaze out of the window. He wanted her to indulge him...
About twenty minutes passed and, nothing. She began wondering whether she was being a little silly – it wouldn't be that unusual for someone to be visiting Andrew for one reason or another, she thought, but then he wasn't expecting me back until late in the evening because I'd planned on spending the Sunday day up in Castleton; the plan had changed because t...
"Mommy, is it Halloween?" Anna asked. Startled, Dani looked at the calendar. It was October twenty-eighth. With everything that had happened lately, she had forgotten about Halloween. "Almost, Babe," she told Anna. "Three more days." "What I'm gonna be?" Anna asked. "And me?" said Sean. Dani sighed and put down the basket of dirty clothes she was carryin...
Kavya sat down on a small bench placed on top of the college building's terrace. "This is a wonderful, warm place to sit and think. Come, join me," she tapped the seat next to hers. "Wow, I've been in this college two years, never seen this spot before." Priya said. "So quiet and secluded." "And warm," Kavya said. "Check out the view from here. You can see...
©2008 by ©Adrian Leverkuhn Few things are as disheartening for a photographer as finding oneself confronted with the best of all possible circumstances: that perfect golden light as the sun falls behind purple clouds along a far horizon and sunbursts shoot toward heaven as if on cue, the composition you've worked so hard to find after hiking for hours along...
Immersion Playground Book #3: Flight to Paradise Chapter 12 Friday morning Mac slowly rises from a deep sleep. Sometime in the night Kate had rolled over and now they're in a loose spooning position with him tucked in close to her back. He takes a deep breath, supremely content. As he lies there, listening to her deep rhythmic breathing, he thinks about h...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is the fourth chapter in a series based on a very flexible girl in the high school color guard and her college age instructor. I encourage everyone to read parts one, two, and three before reading this chapter. I was a c...