This certainly is a long time in coming…and does not really follow the same suit as the two chapters already posted. Hopefully, it is more interesting now. If you like this story, and want to see more, then please tell me (because, at this point, I cant tell if it is pure rubbish or not). Thank you, and enjoy. -Thoros Very little is known about Ellasaria t...
My New People Watching Location in a Corn Field. After moving from the Midwest to Florida in 1994 we began shopping in the little town ten miles south. There were two grocery stores at first. The little Piggly Wiggly at the far south end of town was in the first tiny shopping center of the town in what was then the main part of town. We tried the Piggly Wi...
Remington Alexander LaBaux (Remi) was an only child. He was born and raised on an old family plantation in northern Louisiana, which grew sugar cane, as did most of the plantations in that region. The plantation had been in his family since before the Civil War and was handed down to the oldest male of each generation since it was founded. His mother had pa...
This is meant to be an extremely customizable story with multiple plot lines. As of right now, there are only 20 variables (with not all of them heavily used), but more will be added as the story progresses. Below are descriptions of the current variables in the story. You: Normal guy who has finished his first year of college at Alabama. You've gotten in sh...
Hello, there. My name is Rhonda Winston. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Irishwoman living in New Orleans, Louisiana. I'm a police officer working for the New Orleans Police Department. The other day, I was on this bus and there were these passengers who were so damn unruly. A group of young black women were sitting next to me in the back of th...
Chapter 11 Neighborhood Bank The subterranean basement of Neighborhood Bank, three floors below ground level, where the armored car drivers took the freight elevator down to deposit monies received from the Federal Reserve Bank, served as a bomb shelter during both World Wars. The employees, who worked with piped in music and filtered air, believed that Hor...
This story was initially rejected for violence, so I have rewritten a few passages to clear the bar. Like a few of my other stories, this one clawed and scratched at the inside of my skull, getting in the way of other stories until I acquiesced to let it out. I've configured it as a Weird Pulp style for brevity's sake. There is no graphic sex here. It just w...
As I took my position I thought about all that had transpired leading up to this. It started so innocently. An asshole flamed Ms Norma Jean on her Yahoo Group. Well being the Southern Gentlemen that I am, I could not stand by and allow that to go unanswered! My reply was in true Southern form, and then I apologized to the Mistress for his total lack of Ma...
Somehow I knew that you would head south on Highway 1. South... you always headed south when you were angry. It was inky dark and raining hard when I saw the sign for Key Largo. I drove along the water and passed five seedy motels before I caught your car in the nearly empty parking lot. Along the row of white washed rooms, I saw there was only one with a li...
This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under (c) copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. A City is Destroyed The doctors, nurses and others were gathered in the home supply store, standing around talking amongst them selves. It...