Coercion - Page 31

This story is fictional, and bears no intentional resemblance to any person or story, real or fictional, who has existed. I've desperately needed to tell this story for a long time. I'm not sure I believe it myself, so for years I thought no one else would

Kat and Old Man I was sitting at a slot machine, lost in the beauty of the scantily clad sirens, as the reels spun. One hundred six free spins total win, three dollars fifty cents

'How in the hell do I get myself into these things?' I asked myself. The scarves that held my wrists to the padded arms of the chair were a work of art. I couldn't move them at all but the circulation was just fine. Jenny, my wife, was a surgeon and an expert at knots

There was once a family of three men, who were known locally as “The Three Bears” who lived in a cozy cottage in the woods where they worked as lumberjacks

Intro: Just another made up character of mine. I wrote this in about an hour with no editing. I plan on writing the followup to this. I hadn't seen my uncle Jon since I was 10. He had been over seas serving in the military and then had lived in Korea for 3 years

Fbailey story number 575 The Shower Show I was crossing the dinning room headed for the kitchen when a movement outside caught my eye. Two kids were climbing up my rose trellis to get on my back porch roof

Mason sat slouching in the armchair, dumb animal eyes staring out insensible onto the TV screen before him. On the screen there was a sitcom and within the sitcom, there was a mandatory blonde waitress with what he'd judged to be proportionate breasts

I’ve gone back and re-read everything I’ve written so far and I realize that there is more I want you to know. I can’t believe how good it feels to put all this down on paper. And I want you to know everything, which is why I’ve tried to be as detailed as I possibly can

1 What happens when you mix seven billion dollars parents and a girl that has the looks and body to kill any guy on sight? Well, you get Clara, the bitchiest girl the Wilhelm Academy of Science and Social Studies had ever seen. She never cared about anyone other than herself

Besides the homes with the neglectful foster parents that exist there is an even worse alternative, at least in my eyes, that thank God I only had to experience it once. That home is called a group home

Thanks to garbonzo607 for his insightful edits. =================================== I knew where I was as soon as the blue light penetrated my eyelids. My eyes flew open, but I was disappointed to see I was the only person in the room

I arrived at Southby Hall quite unannounced. The Butler regaled me suspiciously. “May I help you sir?” he asked. “Possibly, where is your master?” I asked. “He is away sir,” he replied. “Excellent, tell me do you have any silver or paintings?” I asked

LUCIFER “Today, Rachel, we begin the second test.” I said to the mortal, “I just need you to lie on your back and relax.” We were in a therapist’s office, with cream colored walls, brown carpeting and windows that looked out onto a hellish cityscape below us

Marion (1) Do not read this story if you are of a religious nature When my daughter introduced me to her future husband I had to admit I was a little disappointed. He was an accountant. Slim build, about 5’9” tall and with those accountant glasses that numbers men always wear

I awoke to a throbbing headache. Every heartbeat was an explosion of pain. It took all the strength I had just to sit up. My head spun for a second before I allowed my eyes to flutter open. Tears blurred my vision, making the world appear as a distorted mess