Her skin was on fire. Lauren Laframboise was aware of her surroundings. She was aware of being partially led, partially carried through the swinging doors of the emergency room. She was aware that her two companions, Dan Baldwin and Ginger Gold, were both panicking perhaps even more than she was, herself. Ginger's shouts for help registered somewhere in La...
I extend a happy haunted Halloween to all. AGENT OF STALK IN L.A is the prequel to AGENT OF STALK IN PRAGUE. Whatever order you choose to read them in, both stories are self-contained, neither betrays the secrets of its sister tale, but I wrote the L.A. story second. PRAGUE was narrated from Clive Mercer's hardbitten point of view, but in L.A. I wanted Mer...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
Prologue I am ninety-nine years old and tomorrow is my birthday, so I will be a hundred years old in the morning. The big ten-0! I have all my faculties and even my own teeth! What I don't have is all the dear ones I have known in my life. My daughter Polly is now gone and her daughter Jenny too. As for her daughter, my great granddaughter Polly, she is...
CHAPTER ONE: A Strange Final "Maaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiik!" I groaned as I was jerked from a fantastic dream of being smothered to death by the class of 2019's best titties (Sarah Cornwick, if you were curious) by the shrill sound of my mother's voice screaming up the stairs. I twitched, writhed, then fell out of bed as she followed up my name with a hammering on...
Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
John Murphy was sitting in a plush office; he was very impressed by the size and furnishings. The secretary who had greeted him when he entered was very lovely to watch as she went about her tasks. She had offered him coffee when she had seated him in a comfortable chair but he had declined. Now he followed her gaze as she looked at the clock on the wall. It...
Hi folks, another week, another tale of love gone wrong. I'm still shocked that I got away with naming the hero of last week's story Daniel Boone and no one caught it. As A warning I have to tell you that this one includes some violence. But in the end it's only a story. Only imaginary people were injured during the story and even they got back up and went h...
My thanks and best wishes go out to Kimtacular for her many hours of editing she spent on this story. * Sara stifled another yawn and looked at the clock again. 12:15am. She was used to getting up early and jogging as the sun came up so this late of an hour was hard on her. It probably wouldn't look too good to her new boss to be sleeping when he arrived....