PROLOGUE -- THE RISE OF THE STORM "Rainy days as I urge my fingers to jot Down, words so lovingly devastating; that I should swell beneath this body; alas To rise again; with the slightest spark; that Love is there to all." Chapter I -- what a storm! From a great distance, one could see contrasts. The nearer silhouettes, those of a man and a wo...
"What? No 'congratulations'?" she asked her sister as she flaunted the huge diamond ring on her hand. "I'd feel a lot better if I knew you really loved him," her older sister said respectfully in reply. "I love him," her younger sibling said in a way that sounded like she was trying to convince herself it was true. "Can you tell me why?" Her sister sat t...
©Copyright2018 Old Brigantine This is only my second story ever written since 80's Freshman-Comp. I'm an Engineer so I tend to get techno detailed and opinionated, hope it does not distract from the story, too much. Some of the items in the story are real, some embellished, and some fantasies. This story is a romantic wish. If you seek lurid sex then this s...
Hey Folks. I got asked to produce a mystery story for the amazing RandiBlack1958, and when Randi comes knocking, I have learned, you answer the call. She asked for a Mystery, and I took that rather literally. So, I wrote this -- my first noir-ish detective story. Randi also edited it, and complained a lot about the number of dashes I use in my text, among o...
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...
For starters, my thanks to PokingFun for keeping her head above the rip tide long enough to edit this work. To Smutol, who fought with me - A LOT - but provided invaluable input into character interactions and was often the voice for 'the little guy'. To Talonwolf because apparently the ATF can't do their jobs to my satisfaction. To the Voice Howling In t...
Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy? A Romantic Revenge Story My special thanks to Szilvi, who fixed my grammatical mistakes and edited the first half of my story so well. The next five chapters part was fixed by my acquaintance from the scientific area where I work, unfortunately he died and abroadwarrior from Canada. The story is a...
Readers, it's been a really long time since I've posted anything here. Two reasons really. One, I have a few unfinished stories posted here, and decided I wouldn't do that again. The other is life... death, divorce, marriage, work... I wrote this as a stand alone story, a beginning, a middle and importantly, to me, an end. It's a long story and not a lot of...
Hello, before we begin I'd like to take a moment to provide a brief introduction to the story. There are some dark undercurrents to the story, nothing involving physical abuse or non consent, but dark nonetheless. This isn't erotica without eroticism but there are some negative feelings that intrude on the sexuality at points. I think stories can be a usef...
October 20, Tuesday evening "Why do I let him talk me into these things?" Jason told the man who looked back at him in the mirror. He shook a finger at him, "You're such a sucker, you fall for it every time.!" 'You need to get out there more, Jason.' John O'Donell had urged. "You'll never meet anyone stuck in your house night after night, Jason." Bill Walke...