Boston Massachusetts, 1873 Damnit. It was out and was cutting my tongue. Thirty bouts, and I finally lost a tooth. I prodded the space where it should be and found the jagged remainder sticking out from the gum. On my hands and knees in the center of the ring, I spat the tooth and a mouthful of blood onto the dirt and sawdust. I stared at the wall of the...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...
Chuck and Sarah – Belgrade, a spy's guide This is the third part of my series about the lovely and loving spy-couple, we all grew to like. The story takes place right after episode 4.01 ("Chuck vs. the Anniversary") and shows, that failure isn't an option for "Team Bartowski". I've dedicated this story to my hometown Belgrade – A city that once had quite...
"Men surrender by lifting their hands, women surrender by lifting their knees." - Warlord Voodoo The Congo. A terrain of deep valleys covered in thickets, vines and jungle brush which services the meanderings of the indigenous wild life. Great forest trees and miles of jungle greenery are home to a myriad of wild life, some benign, some treacherous. On thi...
Author's Notes: Happy Early Thanksgiving! ***** Chapter 1: I glided across the ice, maneuvering the puck with my stick as if I were weaving in between defenseman. Suddenly turning, I sliced my skates through the ice and sent a shower of fresh snow in the air. I drew my stick back against the puck, forcibly bringing it down and giving the puck one hell of...
Nic turned to look at Victoria. "Nic...shit, I'm sorry. What an asshole," Victoria said, shaking her head in disbelief. That prick Marsh just lied to her. She felt like a fool. "I got nervous and a little scared that he was going to try to cause problems at your office, so I let him stay here instead." "Are you okay?" Nic asked, rolling up his sleeves. He...
(I have tried to experiment in writing a bilingual story. If you have no knowledge of Hindi it won't interest you. But to someone who speaks hindi / urdu it should be interesting. For them when a girl says 'chodo mujhe' has more erotic connotations than fuck me. :) This a tale of eight college friends... I would welcome any and all comments.) * Kisi kavi...
"You're up early, sweetheart." "Oh, hi. Yes, I couldn't sleep. Can I get you anything?" "A cup of coffee?" "Sure. Just a sec, okay," she said. As she poured his coffee, she put it in his favorite travel mug. He was dressed in his uniform and ready to leave so sitting down with her was out of the question. "How long will you be gone this time?" she asked...
Previously on "Come As You Are" - Four lifelong friends reunite for their ten-year high school reunion -- professional chef Brenda Lattimore, celebrity video game streamer Sadie Green (nee Bedford), recently engaged ski instructor Michelle Min, and local business owner Collette Hansen. Over drinks and dinner the night before the reunion, the girls discover t...