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Layers Chapter 7

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Elaine turns to look at the two men across the street. I watch as she closes her eyes and sniffs. A strand of her red hair comes loose in the wind and flutters across her small, freckled nose. I watch her hair move and marvel at the way she looks. There’s a complicated play of emotions running through my body while I watch. She’s attractive to me – very much so. But, I feel this ache deep in my soul that makes me think of some base emotion – something deeper than love. I can’t put it into words exactly but I want to take her and just go.…

Jenny

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Craig launched the shortcut to his Chrome browser with a practiced click.  His old, ragged office chair creaked as he leaned forward.  Without thought, he opened the link to his local Craigslist section and went to the ‘casual encounters’ section.  The young man brushed a few oily strands of thin brown hair away from his eyes as he browsed the ‘women for men’ listings.  He picked at a few acne scars absentmindedly with his left hand while he filtered through the ads.  Only once had he had luck with the site – if it could be called luck.  He soon learned that if a dollar sign appeared anywhere in the ad, the lady expected to be paid for her troubles. …

The Magic School Bus: Halloween Special

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Chapter 1

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Arnold’s car rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the small two lane road, gravel crunching beneath the tires. The private road in front of him seemed to lead nowhere and even the full moon, fat and pure silver didn’t give him an idea of where it went. His old Volvo shook as it idled. I should just turn around, he told himself. This is such a bad idea. Instead, he turned on the dome light above him to read the email he’d printed yesterday.

 

“WELCOME TO THE 20TH REUNION OF MS. FRIZZLE’S 3RD GRADE CLASS!!!”…

Simple Needs

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My daily routine?

 

I get home around 5 or so.  I work at a 7-11 early in the morning and then I take a couple computer classes at the local community college on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  When I’m home, I usually spend a couple hours catching up on a few of the shows I’ve missed throughout the week.  I like the CSI shows and I loved the old Law and Order series.  The newer ones are okay but the old ones are the best.  My absolute favorite episodes are where the elitist assholes try to get away with everything and then fail. …

Layers Chapter 6

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Random dreams. Something about chasing something. Sunlight? People laughing. Or is it a bonfire? Sitting around in cheap metal folding chairs, drinking, telling stories, laughing. Dogs curled up, close the fire. Bottles of beer or some other alcohol, leaning over to scratch one of the dogs between the shoulders and, mmmm… the fingers feel good between my shoulder blades.

 

I snap awake and the dream fades immediately. There was… there were people. It was happy? Warm? Where the hell am I? This isn’t my bed. Right. Right. Doggy pile. Last night. Is it still night? I turn to look at the front window and my body says hello.…

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 2

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Michael woke with a groan when his bedside clock blared its siren. His body ached in weird places and he couldn’t remember exactly how he made his way home last night. The evening was a blur after his fifth glass of beer at the bar. Sixth? Seventh? There was that woman and giving her a car ride home but everything after that was fragmentary. Snatches of images and distorted sounds swam to the surface of his memory and then fled when he tried to latch on to them. He rolled over and sat up, slamming the clock to silence it. No time to think about it now – it would come to him or it wouldn’t but right now his headache was killing him.…

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 1

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Another late night surrounded by file boxes, paperwork and twelve different documents labeled with “Important!” sticky-notes. Lily sighed, sitting back in her chair to rub her tired, nearly watery eyes under her glasses. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was wearing herself out working late. Twenty-nine years old and she’d found a single gray hair in the mirror this morning. One single gray hair but it stared at her accusingly. She wasn’t even really afraid of losing her job if she didn’t stay so late – she just didn’t want to leave anything at all to chance in this job market.…

Layers Chapter 5

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Pleasure in darkness.  My brain is foggy and I can feel myself struggling to wake up.  Struggling because it feels like I weigh a ton.  Fragments of the night before flash teasingly through my brain like a kinetoscope without a soundtrack.  Sex.  Claws.  Fangs.  Fur.  Little flashes of memory whirling ’round and ’round as I try to make sense of things.  There’s a … there are two pinpoints of pleasure hitting me as I wake – my chest and crotch.  I crack my eyes, moaning at the weight on me.  Elaine is on top of me, one hand on my lower stomach and another on her right breast, eyes closed, hips gyrating. …

Birthday

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“I shouldn’t be here.” I tell myself. Standing outside the bar, garish neon lights blinking slowly in my face, I shiver and almost leave. It’s loud inside – people laughing and a blare of music trying to drown everyone out. I’m standing about 15 feet away by a dead lamp post. Watching. A somewhat steady stream of people in and out, various states of dress. Various types. Nice, casual, punk, grimy – all kinds.

I just turned 21. I’m going. Fuck my parents. Fuck the Church and fuck everyone else. All I’ve known my entire life is what I shouldn’t do.…

Layers Chapter 4

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The smell is intoxicating.  My smell.  I should be getting a boner but there’s nothing there.  I can’t even say that I’m feeling a ghost of one because, I’m not.  Instead, I feel this pressure building – this tiny ache below my belly button and my pulse speeds up.  There’s a … shit, what do I call it?  The inside of my – my pussy, it’s… no… hmmm… I want to touch myself and dip my fingers inside but I’m going to wait and take my time.  The inside reminds me of my mouth.  It’s there.  There’s stuff there but it’s not like stuff rubbing together constantly. …