四 The nightmares fit a pattern. I'd be in my apartment building's corridor, find myself in vivid encounters with angry, confused souls, mostly men, wearing dark blue prison clothes with a bar code like number on the front and back of their shirts. They were in pain, these men. Physical pain. Psychic pain. Many were riddled full of bullet holes, and they w...
NOTE TO READER: This is my first attempt at writing a story like this. It is a bit of a slow burn at first but it definitely picks up steam. Enjoy. -- "Folks, there is no easy way to say this..." An audible groan could be heard up and down the aisle of the small commuter plane that had already been grounded for two hours past it's 9 p.m. departure time....
Part V Chapter 45 'I need time to think, Harry.' 'To think. Time to think.' Her words kept echoing inside his mind as she left the boarding area and walked down the Jetway, getting on a Japan Air Lines 747 bound for Tokyo. He still didn't know what to say, what 'to think.' He didn't even know if he'd lost her or not. The ending she'd crafted was so ambi...
[note: this completes the story, with a new chapter presented here with the original, earlier chapters. I'd consider this a version 1.0 effort for now, too, and at about 115 pages, it's not a short read. Also, while there are loose romantic elements, I'd consider this more sci-fi and properly considered as belonging in the non-erotic category.] Mystères élé...
I took the call a little after midnight, and yes, it was a dark and stormy night, but I guess in my line of work they usually are -- in one way or another. Dispatch called just as I ran across an ex-wife in a bad dream, but the sleepy voice on the other end of the line had no way of knowing that, and even if she had, there wasn't a damn thing either of us co...
© Andyhm. 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or o...
"Conrad, have you seen or heard from the Doc lately?" "Not in a couple of days. The last I heard; he was out at the Colony. One of the rich and famous probably got a hangnail or something." "Come on. You know he doesn't cater to the rich and famous. We're damn lucky to have him. Any man who gives up on the world and dedicates himself to helping isolated...
When the doorbell rang, they had just finished dinner. Lori, the twelve-year-old, jumped up to answer the door before either her father or brother could rise, but she quickly returned to the dining room with a quizzical look on her face. "It's a policeman, Daddy. He wants to talk to you," she reported. A jolt of fear shot through Frank, but he tried to hid...
Apart from a brief flashback, all of the events in this piece may or (far more likely) may not have occurred during a period of a little over three hours on the morning of April 1st 1985. It's set in a large and luxurious home in an unspecified London suburb. Names have been changed partly in order to protect the guilty, but mainly to facilitate the creation...
Hi, guys, I wanna thank Cw5523729, Grania2, Decal_last and Gonzo437a for editing my second Literotica story, a two-part tale about office improprieties. So, buckle up and hope you have fun. * My wife Annie was not stupid. Sure, she never graduated from Dutchess Community College, never passed a driver's test and, much to our daughter Sue's chagrin, neve...