There are several references to the ancient roots of Valentine's Day as well as the more contemporary aspects throughout this story. See if you can find them all. Leave the number you suspect in the comments below, along with your thoughts. Don't forget to vote! * The Background "I can't believe you got the girls a dog without asking me. But it is a swe...
The landing was rough. There's no delicate way to put it - I was scared shitless. I looked over at my associate, Lyssa, in the seat next to me and noticed that she, too, was trying to put on a brave face. I tried to give a brave smile. but I knew she wasn't buying it. Thunder and lightning crashed outside the window of the plane, the pitch-black skies turn...
My heart swelled with joy as soon as I pushed open the double doors and walked into the dark, yet vibrantly colored arcade. The place was huge with at least forty or fifty machines in the first room and multiple hallways leading to more. Their screens flickered with retro glee and the air filled with their delightful sounds of beeps of bloops. I did not beli...
Author's Note: This story is not in segments like my usual writes are, but is divided by chapters all submitted in one swoop. Please enjoy and remember to comment if you like, but mostly enjoy this story. Thank you to Ronnie W., for the suggestions with some of the text.~ Red Chapter One Pamela watched the pick-up truck pull into her drive and wiped her fl...
She studied the top of his head and selected the exact point of entry. It was to be the motor cortex just behind the frontal lobe. It would affect immediate paralysis of basic movements and the brain stem would cease to stimulate the lung muscles. His life would expire within ninety seconds. He was grunting as he continued his savage thrusts into her and gr...
I don't remember coming home after the Officer Harris incident, but I do remember sleeping for days. The whole experience was deeply traumatic and not something I wanted to revisit in my mind. I drifted in and out of restless sleep, confused and traumatized. On the third morning, I heard a text ping on my phone next to my bed, except when I reached for it, i...
I reached the wise old age of 22 before realizing that I hated my life. I was living the life I had planned. But it was very boring, very few risks, and very few rewards. Dating Josh was going to change all that. I just knew it. Josh was a bit older. He was good looking and had a good job. He was confident, funny, smart, and worldly. He knew how to have fu...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It was probably the first place she had ever been that truly could be called a "Lounge." After all, there had been many bars, joints, clubs and other assorted locales that had born such a title through their neon and plywood signs, but they all tended to lack that essential quality that let you truly 'lounge.' Most of them were loud joints, with music blarin...
I was sitting in the waiting room with about twelve other applicants. The agency said there would be competition, but I never expected this much. I had arrived just after lunch and I was the next to be called in for my interview. When the receptionist nodded to me and said, "Becky, your next," I stood as she opened the door to the office. He stood and moti...