I was slogging my way through grad school with no real goal in mind. Most of my friends were trying to line up internships for the summer or some form of "meaningful" employment. I was not so inclined. Instead I took a job as a bike messenger. OK, with the Internet and overnight delivery services this was a career headed for extinction. My job as a bike me...
Mistaken identity, it can happen to the best of us. In my lifetime, I get mistaken for two things which I've got nothing against ( but happen not to be ) almost on a daily basis. People think I'm Hispanic, and they also routinely ask me if I'm a lesbian. Apparently I have a certain "look". Seriously, what does a lesbian look like? I'm five-foot-nine, stocky...
Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty Chapter VI: Devotee by Necessity There were benefits to a keen long term memory, a fair few of them involved remembering names and faces and, as was the case at the moment, trying to find a particular rock in the cobble lining of an exterior wall. With the village of Laleah built in a series of concentric circles, there was...
Exiled. Banished. God, these words taste foul in my mouth. Fuck everyone who doesn't appreciate you, that's what I say. In case you're wondering who this is, I guess introductions are due. My name is Far. It's short for Farouche. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-tall, somewhat good-looking and slender young man with light brown skin, curly black hai...
Jack looked down at the now empty glass sitting in front of him then up at the bartender who started to reach for it. Jack held up a hand refusing the drink. He had driving to do and obviously being drunk wasn't the best way to get home. Enough shit had already gone wrong in his life over the last few months without him intentionally complicating things. "Wh...
"Hold the elevator!" Called Brad, as he and his wife Sue raced along the empty corridor of their apartment bock. As the door began to close, he saw a small, slender hand hit the door open' button on the control panel, and the door slide smoothly back with a quiet hum. "Thanks" he said as he stepped aside, allowing Sue to enter first. "No problem" Brad loo...
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...
Chapter Eighteen Hygiea - 3751 C.E. Paul and Beatrice were no longer welcome on board the Ulysses after the explosion had wrecked so much of the space ship. As soon as the captain was made aware that the target of the explosion was his two Kuiper Belt passengers he could no longer tolerate their continued presence on his ship. They were evidently a securit...
Stacy flew across the foyer of her mansion. Along the way he discarded items of her riding attire; her gloves, her cravat, her jacket, letting the pieces fall to the polished marble floor. "Jezelle," the pretty blond bellowed, "draw my bath!" "Oh yes'm," she heard her maids voice from some unseen location. Stacy strolled up the curved stairway to the seco...
After several years of marriage, sometimes the sex gets left out of life. Sometimes it needs a jump-start to get back into gear and make things new again. All by myself I figured this out, and all by myself, I came up with a silly idea that I hoped would work. We have been together five years, and maybe this was our wake-up call saying that should do somethi...