Peter Noakes was the organist and choirmaster at St Leonards' church and had been so for over thirty years. He had been a widower for the past three years and had two grown up children. He had lived mainly on his own for the last year since his youngest child, his daughter Alice, had joined her brother at university. The parish had received a new vicar four...
Tarotica V - The Heirophant The Hierophant represents that which is orthodox and traditional even to the point of ineffectuality. The heritage and past symbols are often more important than the practicality and necessity of change needed in the present. - Tarot Classic, Stuart Kaplan You may participate in a rite or a ceremony which links the individual w...
Venise -- or how to become a closet pornstar In Parts One and Two, we met our heroin, Vita, eighteen years of age, when she reinvented herself as Venise, budding pornstar, with the help of her class nerd James. Together, they shot four videos so far, one focussing on her cunt, another of her doing a striptease, a third focussing on her rear view and one whe...
This story is actually the prequel to a story I wrote two years ago, "Sarah Liebowitz' Blog". In that earlier story, the Rev. Darren Brown provided some hints about his former employment. I hope you enjoy discovering the details as much as I did filling them in. * Janelle, the Fifth African Baptist Church of Savannah Georgia's receptionist, waved ta-ta to...
WEDNESDAY (at Bargain Mart) "I hate this place," Peter mumbled, as he stocked cans of soup. Peter used to love his job at Bargain Mart. He would show up early or work late and take on extra duties just to help out - but not anymore. Since Sunday morning when Alicia broke up with him, he had already missed two days of work and he had shown up late every day...
This is a stand alone story, however, I will be posting more stories with the same characters, all characters mentioned in this story are fictional and are 18 years old or over. ***** "EMILY!" I was walking to class when I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw an arm waving above a crowd of students walking in every direction. "EMILY!" I w...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. *** Titsville was a small town established in the late 1950s, it was relatively a new town than the surrounding ones, so it had a small population. But the small population was a closed group of deeply religious people, ever since the church was made, Sunday school Bible study was a norm. And children aged 15-18 atten...
_Disclaimer this is my first ever Chyoa story I hope you enjoy!- - - - - - _ It was a Sunday, a beautiful Sunday at that and where was I. Stuck inside touring this new ‘prestigious’ boarding school alongside my step-mom and step sister. My real father was fed up with my trouble making and gave me an ultimatum, work or go to military school. Luckily my step-m...
"You have to help us!" the man said plaintively. "We have tried every method under the sun but we have not been able to have a baby. My husband was diagnosed as having a low sperm count. Finally we bowed to the inevitable and came to the conclusion we must find a sperm donor," his wife added in support. Kevin's eyes widened in shock. "Me?" "We have studie...
This story is a sequel to the original "Sunday School Teacher", and I was happy to see that readers were enjoying it as much as I did writing it. Therefore, this is the continuation of young Timothy's strange summer. You might wish to read the original story before tackling this one. Timothy is 18 years of age. **** My folks probably thought I was weird,...