The head secretary at Lakeville High School, Cindy Morgan, had been bugging Bret for months to take her sister on a date. But between football season and the tight pussies he'd been involved with lately, he hadn't found the time. To entice the coach further, Cindy finally brought in a photo of her sister, Kara. That's all it took. It was a picture of the two...
This story was inspired by a real event that I was told had happened at a leavers' party. ................................ Every year in the middle of July, on the last night of the term after the exams have all finished, the final-year students at the High School where I teach hold a leavers' party for themselves at one of the clubs in town. By this time...
The Universe Realigns. Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which was told to me by a friend-of-a-friend. Introductions were made and an interview conducted by phone. The story is not mine, I merely set pen to paper and added structure and punctuation to strings of words that were torn from the soul. I am the...
I met Carl in high school. He was my best friend then and he will always be that to me. He had transferred into our school during our senior year from a small town in upstate New York. His dad was a supervisor at the paper mill in town. His mom didn't work. She didn't have to because his dad was kind of a big shot at the mill. He wore a white shirt and neckt...
Before I entered the world of New England college academia, as described in other stories I have written here, I worked for a couple of years as a high school English teacher in a small town in Minnesota. The town, with a population of 2,500, was boring, and the school was boring. In an effort to liven things up a bit, I decided to start a Little Theatre co...
Jason Summer, the narrator, is a completely fictional person. The stories featuring him are also completely fictional. They have some continuity to them, but are designed to be a series of stand-alone stories that can be read in any order you so choose. Also, Jason Summer lives in a world with no STDs and 100% effective birth control. We do not. Please don'...
From the writer: While in school I went to see a performance of the play 'Our Town' by Thornton Wilder. It captivated me because it lacked any type of scenery, set or prop. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before in the theatre. This minimalist approach to storytelling stood in stark contrast to other plays that attempted to make the action as real a...
Prologue Chains rattled harshly in the predawn hours, breaking the silence of the quiet basement. A low growl followed and then the sound of a body hitting the cement floor. A gasp and the sound of water hitting the floor was almost anticlimactic as the single light in the center of the room was turned on, it's bright cone of light spotlighting the bloodied...
Valentine's Day, a crock of a holiday in Evan's mind, invented by the greeting card companies to make a quick buck during a slow time. A small part of him admired the genius in it, but mostly he loathed the idea of a holiday that by design messed with the emotional state of every man and woman in America. "Well not every man," he thought to himself as he st...
It's that time of the year again, when cold weather sinks in, and people start that old tradition of Christmas shopping. So many people stress out, not knowing what to buy, or who to buy for. And the fact that we are programmed that it is better to give, only adds to the stress. But not me, I enjoy giving, and even though I'm a college student on a tight bud...