This story is best read after A Montauk Horror and possibly before A Montauk Mensch, but I believe they can all stand on their own. The parts about L Ron Hubbard and Parsons' relationship and attempted magical rites are based on fact. Look into it. It's a crazy story. ***** Aberrant Weather June 17, 1952 Pasadena, California, USA "Damned sheep is what...
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(Inspired By "Surprise" [pic] by Imagination Station/Shyguy) by The Preve (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit) On May 22, two thousand and something or other, the Strassberg Company Biolab suffered a catastrophe. Eric Rodriguez, a semi-employed and extraordinarily stupid plumber, fucked up royally when he misconnected two very important pipes. The lab...
Molly was a nervous wreck. Storming from room to room holding her cell phone and looking at it every two minutes. In the Kitchen her Mother "Marjorie" was preparing dinner. She was running slightly behind. In his den her Father, "Sahseej" was looking over medical files on his computer. Darting in to the den Molly wore more than she had all week long. Bla...
I was 43 years old when I volunteered to live with the Kamula tribe in a remote village in western Papua New Guinea after the church asked for someone to translate the Bible into the local language. I took my husband and children and set out leaning the language from scratch. Many of the Kamula people had never seen a white person until the late 1970s. The...
Forty-six-year old Tim and his thirty-nine-year-old wife Nancy shared a fairly simple life. Tim stands five foot ten weighing a trim two hundred pounds with grayish blonde hair. Tim is quite distinguished looking and is blessed with a seven-inch cock. Nancy is five foot five, a shapely one hundred and thirty-five pounds with 34D breasts, large nipples wit...
I vigilantly carry the shots back to our booth and the guys cheer my return. I lick my hand and sprinkle salt on my skin. "Let's do this the right way, folks," I say. "Don't be stingy with the shaker." Adam, Matias, Jovan, and Nick dutifully salt their fists. We toast. I gulp the harsh liquor down, grimace, and suck a lime wedge until the juice is gone. I...
The doorbell rang, as Melissa knew it would, just as she stepped into the shower, her fingers on the temperature dial. It was almost as if they had some camera in her house allowing them to choose the most inappropriate and intrusive second to bother her. For a moment, just a moment, Melissa hesitated. She could ignore them, as most people did. But why shoul...
Michelle let out a long sigh through her nose as Hubert hummed to himself contentedly, attending to her restraints. After so many years of playing along with his bizarre little games, one thing she had learned was patience. At every moment she fought the temptation to ask what the hell he was doing, knowing that he had every detail planned in his head before...
Note to the reader: This story is a bit of a departure for me. It is mainly in the first person and it is not at all erotic. This is a "revenge" and/or "Justice" story. It is entirely fictional and everyone is over eighteen (not that it makes a difference in this particular story). If you are after a sexy or super descriptive, violent, story this is not it....