April 2004, Allen Richards was sitting in his apartment going over his daughter's wedding plans. His ex-wife and daughter along with a wedding planner had planned a very elaborate wedding. He followed the plan known as "Triple S" (sit down, shut-up and shell out). As a devoted father, he was happy to do it. Allen grew up in rural South Carolina. He was the...
On October 18th, some time ago, I was born to Chuck and Kaylee Ryder. They named me Illiana, a variation of the poetic name for the ancient city of Troy. It means Trojan. Clearly they had a favourite brand of rubber, and since I was the supposed "miracle baby" (a.k.a., an accident) who came to be when all they were doing was using said rubbers, they thought...
I want to fuck a dragon. I can say I grew up surrounded by them. No, I'm not delusional and I learned long ago, and to my immense sadness, that dragons are not real (though there was a very brief moment of hope when I learned of Komodo dragons). I guess a more accurate phrasing would be that I grew up surrounded by the image of dragons. My parents are old s...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - High school teacher Humphrey Grim doesn't enjoy living in the 1960s, but the bad news for Mr. Grim is that it is only 1960. The students at his high school especially the seniors torment him with pranks and his marriage to his wife isn't in great shape. But what will happen one day after school when five students gloating over the...
Uncertain whether is was due to guilt over where he had come from or just being considerate not to wake his dad, Mark snuck into the house. Perhaps he just didn't want to have to talk to his father yet. "Got something to hide?" But that was not to be, Mark realized as George greeted him from the kitchen table. "No, just thought you'd still be sleeping and...
CHAPTER 1 Kate Scott, a curvy brunette and associate editor of the Evening Herald and judge of the newspaper's story competition, smiled when she read the covering note attached to the thick manuscript. My name is Harry Blackwell. I submit this story as my entry in the Evening Herald's Annual Best Story Competition. I don't believe I have much chance of w...
Nicole turned the key in her front door as slowly as possible, cringing as the dead bolt lock clunked into the unlocked position. Pushing gently she leaned in to the door and opened it cautiously, making almost no noise. Seeing only a faint light, she tiptoed to the stairs to head up to her room. "You were out late," she heard from behind her. "DAMN!" she...
Author's Note: This is the start of what I hope will be a novel length story. Each chapter should be around 3-4000 words. There is NO SEX in the first chapter. If slow building stories are not your cup of tea please move along. * I was on my way back home when I heard what sounded like muffled crying from off in the forest next to the road I was walking do...
This is my winter holiday contest story. Partly inspired by true events. .................................................. My brother was dying. Not in the abstract everybody is going to die someday way, but in the lying on a nursing home bed, every breath may be his last way. Still, he had a good life. Living to be seventy six, married forty two years...
Chapter 50 – Nancy Gets a Family and Gets Loved Brad, Sandy, and Stacy stood just outside airport security and watched as the passengers arriving at the city airport flowed from the planes to the main concourse, and then headed for the escalators to go and get their luggage. It was Friday evening. Brad kept looking at the photograph of his daughter – his n...