Not exactly a quiet chapter. I had trouble deciding where this one was going. Thanks to my partner for all of his help and the sheep. * "Damn laptop!" came the cussing from the bedroom. Meg walked towards it to hear more cussing stream out of Luc's mouth. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Stupid Windows program keeps freezing up on me," he growled. "Damn machi...
Horniness. That was, somehow the most surprising thing about waking up in a coffin, without any memories, hearing an ancient twisted being of nebulous origin tell his subordinates to rub acid in my eyes, and being dressed in armor evil enough to make a town of hobbits shit themselves. The fact that I felt a burning (no not that kind of burning) need to find...
Slightly abrasive young American attorney Montana Reynolds on a year-long posting to the Australian rural town of Red Ridge, was invited into the office of Reginald Day, managing partner of Red Ridge Law for morning coffee. "Well Montana, your first few weeks with us have run pretty smoothly with no real fuck-ups." She was becoming used to the direct way o...
The secret to good writing is good editing. Okay, now that that's done we'll go out for some beers and... Oh, you want me to explain that? Well, I guess it might need some elaboration. Hold on, let me get out of my leather jumpsuit and put on my tweed smoking jacket. Where did I put that damn pipe, anyway? Ahh, there we go. Now... If you are reading this ar...
"Alright! Let's do this!" Blue thrust his outstretched hand towards the mirror a wide bright grin on his face. His emerald eyes looked ablaze in contrast to the blue and white stars along with the blue bolt across his eye. "Yeah! Let's make some magic, baby!" Max thrust his fist up and out as the two of them fist-bumped. Tracey snorted out a laugh and roll...
As told by Jenn, a 64 year old Irish/American widow, 5 foot 7, 135 lb, brunette: I guess they knew I was a soft touch. Whenever they had candy to sell for church, or cookies for Girl Scouts, the Ryan family knew I was good for a few boxes, tickets or candy bars. So, when young George showed up at the front door in his Little League baseball uniform, I knew...
I have been a Rural Service Worker for two years. More aptly, I have survived being a Rural Service Worker for that time, and defied the odds. The life expectancy in this kind of forced labor is somewhat less than that. No, they don't all get killed. Some die from disease. I suppose that is being killed anyway if you are what in the big cities they call a se...
In accordance with established protocol, I was standing ready to greet my wife as she came home from work. I waited in the hall by the garage door and, as she came in, she half turned away to allow me slip her jacket off her shoulders. It was slightly more difficult for me to do today as my hands were shackled by a short chain to a collar round my neck, but...
Authors note: This story is heavily inspired by Game Monster by Cantalope, be sure to check it out if this appeals to you. Something doesn't feel normal as you wake. Your mind is foggy and slow, like someone came along while you slept and stuffed it full of cotton wool. You struggle to remember what cotton wool is. You try to remember if this is normal, but...
"Judy!" "Yes, Mom?" "Are you ready for church?" "Almost, Mom." "Well, hurry up or we'll be late. I'm eager to have a personal relationship with Jesus, how about you?" "Yes, Mom, I sure am." Half an hour later they sat in their pews in the hot, crowded church. Reverend James Bragg strutted to the podium, about to begin his Sunday sermon. It had been adv...