The Schmidt family shivered at the terrifying orders, shouting and screaming echoing down Oranienburger Strasse. Once or twice a pistol went off. The Jewish quarter was alive with fear, the Star of David daubed on doors, the painted swastikas, street by street, every night for days. Now it was their turn, the rap on the door speaking volumes of doom. "We ha...
Toby had reached the end of his second week locked in Laura's chastity cage. While it would be wrong to say he was becoming comfortable with it, he had begun to get used to it. He'd been wearing it long enough now so that he was confident nobody could see it through his work trousers or casual jeans. In general he continued his days unaware it was there, th...
This story is a sequel to "The Battery" * Veronica was a client referred to me by Karen, a friend of mine. My name is Rick and I am a photographer working out of a studio in my home. I used to do mostly weddings and grad photos, but since my friend Joan convinced me to do Boudoir photography for her I have had a number of new clients interested. Now before...
Rearrangements They say that when one door closes, another opens and then something about not staring longingly at the closed door. My open door came the very next day, but I was almost too hung over to be able to tell. As I walked through the lobby, the desk clerk signaled me. "Excuse me, Ms. Vivian, James Roberts has asked to see you as soon as you arriv...
One. And. A. Half. Damn. Weeks! Ever since I left Detroit for my father's company headquarters in New York, I haven't been able to do the typical kind of activities that ensure me functioning like a human being most of the time: sleep, eat, think and sense. It's as if I've been shoved into a line that I can never leave as I go about learning the ways of dr...
Penning's note: Pouring through the journal notes she left me, I was a little confused for months about one particularly anachronistic, haunting set of notes. Though they were in her "Born To" box of notes, they were not quite her writing – but then again parts of it were her writing. Perhaps her writing, but not her voice I should say. I set these particu...
The next few days were spent with Billy helping me learn the songs. Most of them were cover songs, favorite songs of ours. But there were a few originals, which Dalton had written. I may have been a good writer when it came to fiction, but Dalton knew how to pinpoint feels in just about anyone he met. One of the few things he and I had in common; we felt thi...
Security work can be so boring. I was on patrol, in my Ford Festiva, putting along, through the gated community. After 9PM, you might as well shut the place down. All the seniors are tucked in for the night. The most excitement is catching a couple of cheaters making out by the Rec Center after Bingo. Other than that, staying awake is a challenge. So, I wa...
Sally was so brazen that night at Angela's. I had just met them all, proper seniors in plush environs, obvious money. The party was for Angela's dog, who I had found almost frozen to death, and had nursed back to health. This sort of made me a minor celebrity among them. I stood out for another reason: I was 25 and the youngest after me was probably 60. Mos...
It was 5:00 before I realized it. The day had passed so quickly, but Derek and I had gotten a lot accomplished. I strode back to the storage room where Derek was still working. I told him the time and I was leaving for the day. He told me to have a nice evening and he’d see me tomorrow. I said “good night” not really anxious to leave. I drove home slow...