A Public Service Announcement: How to Spot a Suicide Bomber I live in New York City, so a certain amount of paranoia is reasonable. How much is too much? Great question. However, given that the New York City skyline has a relatively recent hole in it, I don't think it's too much to consider that someone, sooner or later, might want to consider rendering mor...
I got a call today from Paula. She said she wanted to catch up with me since she hadn't heard from me in a couple weeks and was curious how I was doing. I called her back and talked to her for awhile and found out that Lynn and Tara were rather worried about me and what was going on. I called Lynn and told her what was going on. She was happy to hear from me...
This is my entry into the 2017 Halloween Story Contest. This will be the second year for entering into the Literotica Halloween Story Contest, it was a huge challenge to top last year's Literotica 2016 Halloween Story Contest "He Is Coming For You". This year's entry is very different and written in 1st person, it is my hope that you enjoy this years as much...
Author's note: I had trouble figuring out how to end Part One: Reconciliation, BTB, or kill the victim? I chose the latter but later I had an idea for a sequel. Here it is. You will probably need to read Shame, Shame, Shame first. As always, hope you enjoy. ***** Sheila lay in her bed crying. The guilt of causing her husband Kurt to commit suicide made the...
"Damn, I am so bored," I groaned as I leaned back in the kitchen chair. "Well, what game do you wanna play, Derrick?" Nicole asked me. I made a face. "I'm kinda getting tired of drinking games," I told her. "Me too," said our friend Cory. "We play the same stuff every week, and I always kick both of your asses at quarters every time anyway." We were sit...
My name is Arthur Brown. A tall, good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I have an important message to share with you. In celebration of the race created to kick the collective ass of the universe, I give you the African-American National Anthem. We’re living in the best of times right now. The rest of America suffers b...
Chapter 8 - A suicide Ruthie looked at herself in the mirror for a few minutes admiring how she looked in her new dress. She felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of having just worn such a revealing outfit in downtown Santa Cruz, but she felt even more excited at the thought that she now actually owned this dress and could wear it whenever she pleased...
Genre: Situational Comedy The story is about three friends representing various classes of society through their profession. One friend is police inspector, one is lawyer and the other is journalist. All the three are college time friends. After getting busy with their respective professional lives, they met once in a week at a particular place and share...
I watched Cory as he stared in disbelief at the dice in front of me. For a few seconds, the only sounds came from Nicole's stereo. I glanced over at Nicole, who now looked absolutely amused. She swept her pink curls back over her bare shoulders and smiled. I could see a glaze to her eyes, and I could tell that all the beers and the horrible suicide shots wer...
"All the world is a stage, and we are but it's players." When William Shakespeare wrote that line in Hamlet he wasn't being poetic, he was stating nothing more than the profound truth. As people go through their lives they are always acting, always pretending, and the people around them are always deciphering their motives and interpreting their actions. A t...