by George "Derek" Spencer! When the two women got back in the car, Paige looked at Marie and said, "Now THAT was completely amazing!" "No kidding," Marie replied, "I had no idea!" "What are you gonna do?" Marie flashed an impish look at her friend, "What am I going to do? What are WE going to do?" "We?" Paige laughed, "I am going to get that house sold;...
Horsa struggled through the deep snow, sheets of ice stung as it rained down from the heavens like sparks from the smith's hammer. He leaned into the wind and continued moving. The effort put more of a soreness into his legs than when he had first learned to ride a horse as a child, how his legs hurt for days after those lessons. Horsa eventually stopped to...
He was sitting alone at the corner table, waiting for Randy, a work colleague, to arrive. He wasn't sure how to broach the subject as he was going to present him with the opportunity he knew Randy had been waiting for. All it needed was for him to spread the rumour that Thomas knew to be true (as he had a photo on his cell phone) that the arrogant bitch "Mis...
Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He'd been teased unmercifully because of it. "P.P." followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He'd fought back of course, several times, but all the good it did him was to land him in detent...
It had started gently snowing about an hour ago and now, as I gazed out the bus window, it had turned into a near blizzard. Leaning my head against the window I began to reflect on the events that had brought me on this bus trip in early January. Eight weeks ago I looked at the blinking light of my telephone answering machine wondering who would be leaving...
Prologue: King Hill Main Street had clearly seen better days, but were nowadays really so bad? Ronnie McBayne thought this to himself strode casually down the street. On his left, a handful of mostly modest homes, mere cottages you would say, stood surrounded by well-manicured lawns. People made and effort to keep up appearances and maintain some sense of...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. Love's Secret William Blake He had felt this heart's storm coming for so long he failed to pay heed to the meaning of his words. In the end, he knew, he had failed to understand the terms of their contract, the bargain they had struck, all render...
The Thief of Virtue or The Paladin's Choice A Novelette by J.D. Blythe Part 3: In which costs are weighed, and prices paid. The text below is original content which belongs to the author. This work must not be reproduced either in part or in full without the permission of the author. That said -- enjoy! This is my first Literotica submission (as it were)...
UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. ***** I was home from Uni and my final year was approaching, I needed to get a move on with my portfolio. I was studying Photography at St Martins and really needed a "WOW" factor in my final submission. I had an idea but didn't know if...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Faleena and El Paso City. The story titles will be: "El Paso - author's name" e.g. "El Paso – Jake Rivers" This is a follow on to our first "invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is co...