Ever since I was young I had a feeling I was going to be famous. So I started writing a diary at a very young age. Now it's time to write my anonymous erotic short story. I grew up a happy sassy toe head, in a small northwest logging town. We moved there as I entered the third grade. Everyone knows your business in this small town. My parents were very acti...
I had left New Haven early in the morning to take my sister's BMW to her in Little Rock. By the time I was halfway through Tennessee it was late and I was exhausted. I pulled into a twenty-four hour department store which will remain nameless (I'm not having a bunch of Arkansas lawyers coming after me). I had heard that travelers and truckers sometimes sleep...
When I was 19 years old, I spent a lonely summer in my college town working two jobs to help make ends meet for my upcoming sophomore year. Three nights a week, I worked as a waiter at a restaurant. During the day, and on call at night, I helped Mr. Simonson, the apartment superintendent of our 100-unit complex, with maintenance services. His wife, Mrs. Simo...
Howdy folks, my name is Wendell Buford, and I live in a little town name of Frog Whistle, Arkansas, with my widdered Ma, Mavis Buford, and my sister Priscilla. Now, folks is always sayin' to me, "Wendell, you ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" but I reckon I got me a sixth grade education and I can lift all kinds o' heavy stuff, so I cain't compl...
Snake has Rachel, whilst Patrick dreams of the escape from jail his friends are planning and being reunited with his love. Tony dreams of rescuing Maria from the basement of Snakes coke lab, and Nash dreams of getting his hands on Patrick in revenge for being put in solitary. The plot thickens in this romantic crime thriller. In this chapter is some non co...
Sean looked into the yellowed eyes, and tried very hard not to release his bowels. He broke into a crooked smile, his head forced askew as his voice trembled over every syllable. "Oh, c-c-come on, you don't want me! I'm all bones and skin! It'd be like snapping into a pretzel!" The lamia tilted her head, and lapped her tongue against his cheek. Her coil ti...
There were old days, before Warcry's time, when hunting was for fun and sport rather than necessity. Snake reveled in those old days, recalling that he could hold his boy like a football. He'd head into the forest for a couple days with nothing but a gun and his boys, and they'd survive off only what they could kill. It was not terribly different than what h...
Prologue *** He sat in the Social Studies III. Samael watched the screen as it ended playing, final words on the screen had him rolling his eyes as they sounded so bogus. 'Keep The Fight Alive - Terrans Must Be Ended' The professor had a metallic arm he used to rake the keys sending the screen into the ceiling, "Who can tell me the beginning of the do...
This is the ninth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude VI, Chloe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a...
"You are awake." The voice rumbled through the cave as he emerged from the shadows, a cruel smile curling his lips as he saw the shock and fear on my face. "This is good. I tired of carrying you." I pushed myself to my feet backing away one shaky step at a time as the ... creature ... advanced. The flat black eyes were the same I remembered, but what came...