Month: August 2021

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. In the years before the First World War, Lady Agnes was enjoying life. She was rich […]

I was drumming on the tank of the bike while waiting for the traffic light to go green. Anger still made made me grind my teeth and while wishing for the light to change I also wanted it to just stay red and force me to sit there. At least I would be halfway between two parts of life I […]

It had been years since Mila’s mother left Wallachia for the outside world. Mila still sat and watched the door like it just happened. Perhaps it was her naivety that made her believe that things would get better. She looked at her pale skin through what was once a clean mirror now with the rotting silver paint peeling away from […]

When he first walked out of the door, he knew this was a rubicon of decisions. Turning back meant returning to the voice of his father voice- the malice. It was his way of showing rebellion; something he had not given much thought to until recently. Deep down, he told himself that it was all to prove to them that […]

The day started badly for me: the sun was shining the skies were cloudless and blue. I was at the golf course waiting for some friends to turn up. I was revved up and ready to go, but my mates were late, I kept glancing at my watch, waiting expectantly. loitered by the first tee, watching groups teeing off, when […]

While 100% fiction, these stories are based on many similar actual events observed in the past. The average US citizen does not fully comprehend how pervasive child and women abuse is throughout America in everyday life. Many secret safe houses are located in numerous large and medium sized American cities, where women and their children successfully hide from their abusers.

Alyssa was wearing a bra and panties, but nothing felt out of the ordinary. With her back to me, she didn’t see me staring. You would have stared, too. Not that her lingerie was particularly sexy, just cotton–white with some pale pink accents the color of her lips. It’s the fact that my sister normally does not hang out with […]

“Mmm, he’s getting harder,” my wife stated while looking at me with lustful eyes. Her hand was casually running up and down his thickening shaft while I stared on from my chair facing them. “Of course he is love, look at you,” I responded taking in the scene befor me. She was lazily sitting on the couch beside him topless, […]

In the summer of 1975, I and three of my college friends decided to each buy one of those $175 Greyhound Ameripasses available then. For that price, one could ride anywhere in the system over the course of a month. We had seen those ads with Fred McMurray, of all people, urging people to Go Greyhound. So we did.

Another one dead, and papers had given the murderer a name, but no one was using it yet. The police still called him “The Whitechapel killer,” and the people on the streets called him just “the killer.” Nothing more was needed.