This is the original ending to my story "Living Dolls." As I prepared to post it, I realized that the end of Chapter Seven, with Jason and Karen sitting on the steps awaiting the return of Jason's parents, was the best place to end the story. Nevertheless, there are more chapters. They have none of the humanity of the first story, but I wrote 'em, and I'll b...
Brooklyn I listened to the purring of the phone. Tara wasn't known for being an early riser. It was five p.m. in Chicago, three p.m. in Los Angeles, so she should be up by now. "May I help you?" a female voice asked, but not Tara's. I rolled my eyes. Tara either wasn't up or one of her entourage was still screening her calls for her. "Brooklyn Lancaster t...
I used my newfound freedom poorly. I stood, hand on crate, staring at the sealed ship before me until at last a robot responsible for the dock came over and ushered me outside. The bay's doors closed resolutely behind me, leaving me in a small awning that opened out to the bustling throng of people on the thoroughfare. Reddish dust caked the broad roadway, c...
---Week 4 -- Wednesday--- Slumping into the passenger seat of my sports car, exhaustion swept over me. It had been a long, hard day with all those training sessions and stuff. Mostly, though, it had been a total mind screw. The realization that Shelly, the consulting firm's secretary, was another office bimbo. Woah! Stunner! It left me so shocked and dumbs...
Ben Kidder sat on his bed, swarmed by a host of questions that arose in his mind after advancing from level nineteen to level twenty. The biggest was how it could have happened at all. He could feel two extra slots for ninth level spells and room for a forty third spell inside himself so he knew it was just as real as him being a sorcerer in the first place....
First, I would like to thank Jezzaz for allowing me to use his characters. When I read his story, I couldn't help thinking the main male character was a perfect fit for a story I'd already started, so I emailed him and he told me to go for it. This story will make no sense at all unless you've read his story Mr. and Mrs. America, found in the non-erotic sec...
Freebird! Eddie Nesbit could not carry a tune under the best of circumstances but with only the uncaring wind to hear him bellow, emulating Ronnie Van Zant was not the hardest task. Above the hearty drone of the 351 Ford motor pushing him up the mighty Mississippi in an old Ski Nautique, Eddie and the late Van Zant sang their hearts out in praise of the als...
Hey Folks. Here's another tale of broken hearts and broken dreams. But also of getting up and getting on with it. Once again my gibberish is cleaned, polished and bejeweled by the GREAT (he claims he isn't legendary) Barney-R. This one isn't as long as the one from two weeks ago but I think it's still a good story. For any of you who speak with a Southern ac...
I The beautiful brunette prances back and forth along the desolate corridor of the abandoned warehouse, trying to ignore the loud smacking noise coming from a nearby room. Each time the smacking noise occurs, loud screams, cries and pleas fill the air and causes her to bite down on her bottom lip. Several times she approaches the door, reaches out to twist...
Chapter one "It was a dark and stormy evening, and we all sat around the campfire." How easily those words paraded across the blank page, as if they propelled themselves with no help from the keyboard. I stared at them, as I had so many times when real words wouldn't come. "Damn it!" I shouted at the monitor. "It wasn't my fault! Not one damned thing I coul...