Everyone had left by the following morning. Everyone, except for Gwyn. Maze had to leave her with me until my own slave was returned. I watched Samantha drive off with Maze around six that morning, and the house felt empty. Okay, five days, not even a week. I could handle that. I already missed her and it'd only been five hours. I hadn't liked the way Maze p...
This is my first attempt at a story that plays with chronology. It mirrors the structure of the movie "Memento" (which you should rent, stream, or steal, if you've never seen it). There is a sequence of events in the present which is interrupted by a series of flashbacks. But the flashbacks themselves happen in reverse order. That is, each flashback is earli...
I was asked about this story in particular, so I went ahead and finished it. It's October anyway, so a horror story is appropriate, even if it isn't quite a Halloween story. This is definitely in the style of the early spicy pulp horror stories, known as the "Shivers." Thanks to sbrooks103x and texquill for beta read and editing. Any errors remaining are ver...
Notes from the author: Good news and bad news. The good news is we have a nice long chapter (by my standards anyway). The bad news is that we revisit Joe and Kate. If you love Joe and Kate, you will love this chapter. If you aren't keen on the degradation, name calling, etc. you can skip the latter half of Chapter 8. Overall, this chapter was a serious stru...
Theo Kojak glanced at his watch and then at the door to his apartment. He knew his guest, his lover, would be arriving soon and the anticipation was building. Theo had gratefully showered away the grime of his day's work as a Police Lieutenant in Manhattan South. Now he was just lounging in linen pants and shirt, wearing cologne that smelt of lemon and cedar...
The story you are about to read is entirely true, though you won't believe it. If I hadn't lived it I wouldn't believe it myself. I've changed a few names to protect some people whose privacy I respect. I've left out a few technical details to avoid going to jail for violating national security. Other than that, it's the straight scoop; as best I can remembe...
Shelley Holmes is a Europol consultant detective on vacation to Edinburgh. Trouble follows and along the way she finds her Watson. Inspired by various Sherlock Holmes modernisations. *** "Shelley Holmes, huh? Are you meant to be some kinda female Sherlock, lass?" "I'm not a private investigator, I'm a consultant detective," Holmes pulls the badge from t...
"I feel like I'm in gym class again," I said as I tugged the blue mesh vest over my t-shirt. In school we had called these weird hole-ridden garments "pinnies" for some obscure reason (there were never any pins involved), and I had no idea what the official name was, if there was one. "I know," said Josh. "Isn't it awesome?" I looked at him in disbelief. O...
smokeSCREEN bookFOUR : THEbecoming * * * part ii : the coffin nail * * * whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am home again whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am / whole again * * * * * * The flashlight bobs and I throw the heavy blankets across the bare army-surplus mattress. "I really don't need the mat...
Author's note: This chapter contains a brief scene of terrorism, witnessed from afar. If this bothers you, please stop reading after the sex scene. As always, thanks for the votes and the comments, both public and private. ### June ### "...between whiskey and you..." I stood in the crowd, a drink in my hand, watching Jessie croon into a microphone, si...