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The Musician

*This is not my story, My friend wrote it and asked me to put it up on here for her*The Musician Taryn always always always makes sure she’s remembered. Someway. Somehow. Yeah, that’s a good way of putting it. But there’s more to this sex kitten. More to this sensual siren. She’s realizing she wants…..wants…well…she wants to mean something. Inspire. Motivate. And not always sexually. She’s got a soul like everybody else. Just nobody knows the humble and modest part of it. But God, how the hell...

The Musician

Taryn always always always makes sure she’s remembered. Someway. Somehow. Yeah, that’s a good way of putting it. But there’s more to this sex kitten. More to this sensual siren. She’s realizing she wants…..wants…well…she wants to mean something. Inspire. Motivate. And not always sexually. She’s got a soul like everybody else. Just nobody knows the humble and modest part of it. But God, how the hell does she share that? One day off has just began at 9:00pm on a chilly rainy Saturday night....

The Newlin s Marcie and MarkChapter 11 Marcie Parties with Collegiate Musicians

Marcie found herself back at school without her roomie, Laura. She found herself growing lonely without her best friend and lover, and eventually became bored by what was on the TV and went for a stroll. A block or so from her dorm apartment, she heard a piano being played and followed the music until she determined it was coming from a particular window on the second floor of 145 Frontis Street. An etude by Chopin was being played and played well. Marcie stopped and listened. She was still...

The Musician

Larry was a musician. No, not some band hack playing for beers at a local bar but a highly sought-after session man. In a day in the Studio he could turn some mundane ballad into a potential hit, and get paid good money for it. This meant travel, of course. Studio to studio Larry toted his three guitars and ancient Orange amplifier, putting a riff on here or a solo on there, for some emerging sensation. While they did the interviews, posed for the photographs or clowned around for a music...

Have a Little Dream On Me

Have a little dream on me Before: Another long story (a very very long story) and back to the world of music and New York City. It hearkens back to Sweet Confusions, a piece I wrote years ago while not being a continuation. I think it grew so long because I enjoyed going back to the time when I was a musician going to open mikes. I hope you don't get bored. Take it in pieces. To Begin I looked closely at the mirror. Brushing on a little more powder I looked again. A touch of...

The Pretenders

The Pretenders By Ricky There's a magic in the summer woods, a peace and tranquility that soothes the soul and calms the mind. Is it any wonder that the lush Adirondack region of New York is such a popular place to vacation? The woods and lakes are dotted with campgrounds and resorts of every description, from unimproved trailheads for the backpacker to lush recreational palaces with gourmet dining and first rate entertainment. Thus it was that we find young Mike and his...

Eternity

Chapter 1 Since my wife left me, I've taken to having a few of an afternoon, so I stopped in at the Eternity on Queen Street West for a drink. It's one of the last good "conversation bars" left in Toronto. I like a nice quiet place to have a sip. Like all the other musicians I know, I hate the canned music in most bars. It seems designed to interfere with my conversation and to piss me off in general. In the Eternity, you can actually hear your own thoughts and share those of other...

Lucky StiffChapter 19 Advice plus Senior Weekend I

Did you write the book of love? And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Now, do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? --American Pie (Don MacLean) After we returned from the junior high where we performed the final performance of Music Man, Mr. Proilet invited me to a late afternoon at Vaughn's. "Jim, I'm quite amazed at the amount you were able to accomplish for the musical," my music...

Out of the Burlap Ch 02

Joe and Maya hadn’t seen each other since she dropped him at home the Saturday afternoon after the Friday night and Saturday morning reunion. Unfortunately only via speakerphone late Saturday night had Maya joined her lovers pleasuring each other. It had to be late since she worked stripping earlier. And she had to join them due to immense horniness albeit unfortunately in her bedroom miles away. When all had recovered their breath that night she invited him to her apartment after he worked...

The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 23 Sweet and Sour

There was more going on in our lives that Lisa and I trying to make babies, lecturing, and playing gigs; we had been asked by Tracy to help with the new TV series that she would be starring in. “Sweet and Sour” was being produced by the ABC, and would follow the efforts of a fictional band, ‘The Takeaways’, trying to break into the Sydney music scene. The ‘group’ consisted of Tracy, their vocalist and guitarist, David Reyne, guitarist, Arky Michael, on bass and Sandra Lillingston, on sax. We...

Carole s Story 13 Carole s Groupie Experience

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes. This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. ...

Rose cliffs 1

She was thirty two! Well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10".Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped, her...

Roseacres

names and a few other little details were disguised to protect the innocent. It’s not all sex and action, more about falling in love, and being in love. I tried to make the sex scenes sensual rather than blatant, so I don’t really care if it gets low ratings. However any feedback will be welcome. Her thirty second birthday had been a blast, it lasted three days. She couldn’t remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if hangover was...

Intemperance Volume 2 Standing On TopChapter 5b

The prevailing rumor over the next few weeks was that Darren was a vegetable, languishing on life-support without awareness or comprehension, only waiting for someone to make the decision to pull the plug. This was not even close to the truth. Darren remained on a ventilator because his respiratory muscles no longer had the strength to draw air into his lungs. His arms and legs remained flaccid because they no longer had the strength to move. Darren's brain, however, was still quite in the...

The Blue Guitar

While sweeping the hallway, or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Emily. So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s personal assistant, I’m just as good as anyone who works at Ainsworth and Thelin…she'll see. Orin was determined to get up the nerve to ask her out. He believed that if she got to know him, she would see that he was a lot more than a janitor. He knew that if she heard his music she would see the depth...

THE BLUE GUITAR

While sweeping the hallway, or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Emily. So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s personal assistant, I’m just as good as anyone who works at Ainsworth and Thelin...she'll see. Orin was determined to get up the nerve to ask her out. He believed that if she got to know him, she would see that he was a lot more than a janitor. He wished she could hear him play his guitar and knew that...

After the Energists Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 5 Staying Alive

Medway High School, Arva, Ontario 1:09pm, Wednesday, February 14, 1979 “I would love to go to the Valentine’s Dance with you on Friday, Mike!” Lynette said a little too loudly again, which caused George to divert his attention from his Dungeons and Dragons‘ book to us. When George quickly determined what just happened, he surprised both of us by saying, “It’s about time you two decided to take that next step in your relationship. I’ve watched you around school for some time now, and you...

George ISolde and the Brass Ring Polka Band Ch V

Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...

George ISolde and the Brass Ring Polka Band Ch V

Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...

Eternity

Chapter 1 Since my wife left me, I’ve taken to having a few of an afternoon, so I stopped in at the Eternity on Queen Street West for a drink. It’s one of the last good “conversation bars” left in Toronto. I like a nice quiet place to have a sip. Like all the other musicians I know, I hate the canned music in most bars. It seems designed to interfere with my conversation and to piss me off in general. In the Eternity, you can actually hear your own thoughts and share those of other people, and...

The Sidereus Prophecy Part 3

A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR: This story is my thank you to a community that has provided me free fiction for years. It is also my first story (and probably my last), and I will warn you- it is long. My intrepid editor, Robyn Hoode, slaved through the drafts of the story, providing insightful and helpful commentary. His enthusiasm for the subject material kept me motivated. Honestly, without him and his constant feedback, this story wouldn't exist. So, if you enjoy this story, you have him to...

IntemperanceChapter 9A Rebellious Souls

July 8, 1983 Los Angeles, California "Jake, where are you going?" Manny asked as Jake picked up his key ring and headed for the front door. It was 9:25 AM and Manny had just finished cleaning up the mess made from the light breakfast he'd served. "Out," Jake said simply. "But you didn't call a limo," Manny said. "Just taking a little walk, Manny," Jake told him. "Don't worry about it." "But, Jake, you can't just..." "Don't worry about making lunch," Jake said as he...

The Instrument Making a Living

Maybe he was just trying to prove a point, ignoring her tepid pleas and continuing to swirl his tongue around her sloppy pussy.“No more,” she whined, “It’s too much. I can’t….” She trailed off with a sigh, suggesting that maybe she could. He was pretty sure she would.That hot, liquid flesh had been cool and dry when he started. She was skeptical of his intentions, but he was completely honest about them—he liked giving women orgasms with his mouth. Ironically, she gullibly made herself too...

Tales Of An Ancient Vampire

We stand outside the house, altogether there’s six of us, me and five of my nest. I look around at my people, “you all remember the plan?” I ask not bothering to keep my voice too quiet as I can hear the rapid thump of drum n bass from within the house. All of my followers either nod their head or make a noise in confirmation. I try the handle on the door and finding it unlocked I slowly pull the door open. The house must have some form of sound proofing because as I step inside the house I’m...

NMCF Club Of Manhattan

Aaron was only in New York but a week when he first saw her. She was elderly, but she had aged well. Her late husband's wealth had given her a power over aging available to only a few women. She was elegant but could display her disapproval quickly with only a glance or a raised eyebrow. Aaron's gaze had settled on her at a noon-time luncheon with the personnel manager of the New York Symphony. He had watched her, gently, but forcefully, reprimand the Le Cirque waiter when he failed to bring...

Sweet Interlude

The following is a story of romance, discovery and love. If you’re looking for a lot of hot sex, it isn’t the story for you. The sex comes at the end and is hopefully loving, tender and gentle. I have to thank my muse, the lovely Mona Lisa of Literotica. XOXOXOX’s to you, Sweet Thing. * I thought the first thing I would have noticed as I entered the luxurious penthouse apartment might have been the lavish furniture or the fine art along the wall or the exquisite chandelier in the entryway....

The Slave Princess Part 6

While the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. - The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me; a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my bondage cause me to...

The Slave Princess Part 6

Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire, The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. – The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me, a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my...

The Slave Princess Part 6

Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. - The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me; a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my...

An Cloch nChapter 54

Sarah's Clan was gathering near the dining area when Sarah said, "So how was your afternoon?" to Aoife, Joyce, Janet, and Erin as they joined them. "We had a great time. We heard you did some dancing." "Yes. We got a little more involved than we anticipated but had a grand time." "We heard. We ended up participating with some groups as well but not to the extent you did. It was fun." "I don't think I've ever danced that much at one time," said Tara. "Everyone looked like...

The Pastor s WifeChapter 3

On the way home from the shore Phillip wanted to stop along the way for dinner but Aggie said she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to get home. The house was quiet; Malcolm was working the afternoon shift at the gas station. Penny must have been in her room. Walking upstairs to her bedroom she heard music coming from behind her daughter’s bedroom door. It was a cd of two professionals playing the duet that Penny would be playing with her piano teacher at her upcoming piano recital. Knocking on...

Too Much LoveChapter 31

Lev’s feet hurt. Except for a couple of quick stops for meals, he’d been on them all day. Kathmandu might be a city of temples, but it was also a city of stairs and Tiffany Patton seemed to find every single one of them to march her little entourage up and down. His steel-toed boots felt like they weighed a few hundred pounds each, but he wasn’t about to complain. Olivia, Ruby, and Cyrene had done the whole thing in heels. Besides, he didn’t want to do anything to dim Arwen’s enjoyment of...

An Unforgettable Melody Ch 06

The Firebird, Finale (Stravinsky) Concerto for Trumpet in E-flat, Movement III (Hummel) The Trumpet Shall Sound (Handel) Petrushka, Ballerina Trumpet Solo (Stravinsky) Pictures at an Exhibition, Movement I (Mussorgsky) Symphony No. 5, Movement I opening (Mahler) Pines of Rome, Movement II trumpet solo (Respighi) Shut Up and Dance (Walk the Moon) Have You Ever Seen the Rain? (Creedence Clearwater Revival) An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 06 Melody awoke around 9:45 on...

An Unforgettable Melody Ch 05

Pines of Rome, Movement 2 trumpet solo (Respighi) Petrushka, Ballerina trumpet solo (Stravinsky) An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 05 Mike awoke first on Monday, which surprised him; Melody had promised to wake him up at 6:30. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was only 6:05. Guess her genie alarm hasn’t gone off yet… Deciding to have a little fun, he rolled onto his side towards Melody, who was laying with her back to him. He gently spooned his body against hers, being careful...

An Unforgettable MelodyChapter 6

Ch. 06 song titles The Firebird, Finale (Stravinsky) Concerto for Trumpet in E-flat, Movement III (Hummel) The Trumpet Shall Sound (Handel) Petrushka, Ballerina Trumpet Solo (Stravinsky) Pictures at an Exhibition, Movement I (Mussorgsky) Symphony No. 5, Movement I opening (Mahler) Pines of Rome, Movement II trumpet solo (Respighi) Shut Up and Dance (Walk the Moon) Have You Ever Seen the Rain? (Creedence Clearwater Revival) An Unforgettable Melody Ch....

Intemperance Volume 2 Standing On TopChapter 15a

National Records Building July 2, 1989 The meeting with Crow was scheduled for eleven o'clock that morning since that was the best time to catch Matt and Coop both awake and in a relatively sober state of being. Jake, who was not looking forward to the subject of the meeting in any way, shape, or form, nevertheless showed up forty-five minutes early. He had a few items that fell under the umbrella of "personal business" to take care of while he was in the building. Since he was Jake...

Our Dirty Kissable Lips

This story is a follow on from another story I wrote named Marion's story. I wanted to build on the story but to allow that to happen I had to go back and tell a little of the back story of the other members in the band. This story picks up Mel's life before the band and talks a little about how the band was formed. I need to say a big thank you to my friend and fellow writer and friend Marina Kelly who helped with the editing and gave me direction and guidance. Thanks Marina, great...

Our Dirty Kissable Lips Mel s Story

This story is a follow on from another story I wrote named Marion's story. I wanted to build on the story but to allow that to happen I had to go back and tell a little of the back story of the other members in the band. This story picks up Mel's life before the band and talks a little about how the band was formed. I need to say a big thank you to my friend and fellow writer and friend Marina Kelly who helped with the editing and gave me direction and guidance. Thanks Marina, great...

Gonna Sell the Bitch s CarChapter 4

I said all I needed to last time. Let's just get on with it. Damn, damn, damn. What the hell is so wrong with me that I can't keep a woman? I think I'm a good person. I'm not cruel to people or animals. I pay my bills, donate time and money to charities, help my friends when they need it. When I decide to love someone I do it heart and soul. Apparently that's not enough. I did what any mature adult male would do under the circumstances. I cried to my Mom. Dottie knew something...

Gig

‘Please, Danny? I know you can play and I promised the gang. We can go forty bucks, and there will be plenty to eat and drink.’ Dave told me over the phone. I knew Dave sort of in passing, he was an OK kind of guy. But it wasn’t any kind of ‘buds’ thing so I was surprised when the phone rang. Some party, they wanted live entertainment, and I did some of that. But I charged $100 a night, and this gig was damn near a 100 mile round trip out in the valley. Most of the time I played at weddings...

Sultry Little Show

* All characters are over the age of eighteen Sweat pooled in the hollow at the base of her throat, clinging to her naturally bronzed skin before gravity took its toll and it slid downward between the shallow valley of her breasts. Her white singlet clung to her, sticky and damp. The stretchy cotton felt oppressive in the clammy heat of the afternoon. A summer storm was brewing, a hundred percent humidity and high temperatures made the atmosphere stifling. She lay half sprawled on the...

An Evening Of Live Music And Raw Lust

My name is Michael, a fifty-eight-year-old recently divorced Londoner and I would like to share with you one of the most exciting and sexually adventurous nights I have ever experienced.After my divorce, I realised just what a toll a toxic marriage had taken on me. I was overweight, unhealthy, depressed, demotivated and quite frankly going downhill so fast that I doubted I would ever see the pension that my wife had done her best to steal from me.A very honest conversation one night with my...

The Party Ch 01

By the time Andrea arrived, the party was in full swing. A hundred or so well-dressed people filled the second floor and outside terrace of Insomnia, a newly opened trendy club in Los Angeles. The dance floor was not very crowded yet (it was only 10 p.m.) but the sounds of various Latino pop songs filled the room, the strong dance beats setting the pulse of the party. Andrea walked in with her friend Natalie and looked around. She found it amusing that this party was exactly what she had...

A Dream of the Heart

We ended our regular Friday nightclub gig at near 2am, the usual time with the usual bored, drunken crowd in attendance. All they wanted to hear were the oldies from the sixties and seventies and eighties, maybe a few early nineties songs. They would even get a bit surly if we tried to play something original or anything newer than those eight-year-old nineties songs. Oh well, maybe tomorrow’s crowd at the other place would be more open-minded. I had a few new tunes that I wanted to try out,...

George Isolde and the Brass Ring Polka Band

Dedication This dedication is long and necessarily so. The book has taken me three decades to write, mostly because I didn’t start actually putting pen to paper, so to speak, until I had all my background ducks in a row. Putting ducks in a row is like herding cats; patience becomes the primary virtue. This book is Tom Woolfolk’s fault. Well, actually, Tom’s and Sheila’s jointly. We three commuted to work together for a few years in the early eighties, and during those long and boring rides,...

Building a LegacyChapter 9 Touching Base with the Source of One s Inspiration

Diane Kennedy greeted Alex and Winona when they arrived for Winona's first practice session. "I'm glad to see you made it OK." She motioned at the confusing mass of bustling people surrounding them. "As you can see, things are a bit crazy here this morning." This was the nicest Alex had ever seen her behave, and he wondered just how much of it was due to the pressure on her to reverse the downward slide of her tour since Patricia left. The place was indeed quite chaotic. They were in...

A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu

A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learning to play? Of course, a professional is intently concentrated on her playing, but with a piece that she knows well, I’ll bet that her...

Slut s Night Out Ch 01

Mina’s fingers shook, partially from nerves, partially from disbelief. Her breath caught as she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror — her dark hair held back in a ponytail, her lips a deep rose red with lipstick, her eyes darkly enticing, their already charming colour subtly enhanced by the merest application of purple eyeshadow. She was stunning. Her eyes flickered to glimpse her reflected body, and a lump caught in her throat. The two-sizes-too-small t-shirt squeezed against her chest...

Oh Nancy ndash Chapter 4 Epilogue

Oh Nancy – Chapter 4 - EpilogueFreddie slowly stirred from his wonderfully peaceful and well-earned sleeep. He smacked his lips and blinked several times while he sat up and returned to the waking world. He took a deep breath and focused on his surroundings, a dark and initially unfamiliar room lit only by some faint ambient light through the drawn curtains and hallway light entering the room by the jarred door.While he gathered his bearings, he quickly discovered that he was also quite nude...

Frankie And The Aliens

Frankie And The Aliens by Carol Collins Frank lay down a heavy beat as the lights flashed on the stage. His bass guitar seemed to have a life of its own as the band played another song for their appreciative fans. They were in the largest night club in New Jersey and it was packed with people of all types who had come to dance and to hear them perform. And, they were getting their money's worth. Frank began to sing as his eyes were once again drawn to the...

Who is Mercy Wild Complete

Who Is Mercy Wild? Chapter 1 ------------------- by Jacquie Windsor [email protected] ------------------- This chapter contains mature subject matter. It should not be read at a distance nearer than 1.352 astronomical units. The characters and plot are probably shamelessly stolen from other sources. If you find themes of transformation to be repulsive, you will be repelled. If you like French toast, does that mean you are a...

A Swapped Life Chapters 19 21

A SWAPPED LIFE, Chapters 19 - 21 A young male engineer goes to an engineering conference and gets swapped with a teen unwed mother who did not finish high school. Story discusses how the new woman makes new friends, and copes with motherhood, her new parents and sister, her former boyfriend, and eventually with love and marriage. Story also discusses the struggles of the new man, whose family and educational background did not give him the tools to fit into the world of men, and of...

One Her Own Part 1

There is a funny paradox that goes on in Hollywood. Fame isn't all it's cracked up to be. Fame is more of a curse than a blessing, especially when you are the less-than-famous relative of celebrities. For 99.9999% of the time, you live in a bubble. Your entire life is scripted. Nothing happens without a reason and it is often for the benefit of others that it happens, not yourself. Being a child in Hollywood is even worse, especially if you aren't the, "Chosen" one among your family....

Honey Chapter One

Honey - Chapter One By Katharine Sexkitten "Bullshit!" Linda looked at Sandy, who just shrugged her shoulders. "He says he isn't," she replied. They both looked at me. Linda smiled. She was one of those people who, when they smile, it's like their lips disappear and all you can see is glaring whiteness. She looked like she had about a hundred teeth in her mouth. "Oh, puh-leeze," she snorted. I looked at Sandy for support, but she shook her head a little, like she...

Lucky StiffChapter 36 The Concert and the First Day of School

Don't know much about history, Don't know much biology. Don't know much about a science book, Don't know much about the French I took. But I do know that I love you, And I know that if you love me, too, What a wonderful world this would be! --What A Wonderful World (Sam Cooke) There were no suites available at the Marriott. Despite the fact that Kristen already had a suite at the University Inn, she figured that she wanted to stay at the Marriott if that was where we were going...

Three Gangbangs in One Night Part Three

....As she held her keys in her hand and tentatively pressed the unlock key, she was adamant that if this dodgy piece of Italian engineering was going to chuck a shit fit and not start, it would be burnt where it stood.Lucky for it and for Sharon, all three lights that actually worked briefly indicated its living status, and with a sense of pure relief she pulled open the door and threw herself into the leather confines of her car.She immediately snapped the cabin lights back on and flicked...

Opus OneChapter 33 104 33

Drei Morike Lieder (1888) ... Hugo Wolf (1860 — 1903) I. Auf ein altes Bild Allison had gotten there early, wanting to take in the atmosphere of the conservatory. She had called to let Emily, Sandra, and Richard know that she had arrived safely, but she rejected the offer of lunch, not wanting to distract them before their recital. We'll have fun the rest of the week, Allison thought. Right now they should focus on themselves. She wandered around on the lowest floor, passing by the...

The Jared Chronicles Jared and the Reluctant Groupie Part 1

“So this band is called what?” Kareena wasn’t sure she’d heard right.“The Devil’s Rejects.”“And we’re going to hear them because they’re—what—the band most likely to make my mom have heart failure?”“And your dad too.” Lacey grinned. “That and the fact that they’re supposed to be shit-hot. It’s an all-round result.”The parking lot to the Brewhaus was studded with potholes and several of the neon letters had blinked out, rendering it the ‘rewha’. Cars had filled it up, however, despite the...

A Morris Man s Tale Part 7

All characters are fictitious, If a character name is used in connection with a side, it’s just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that side. Insofar as song lyrics being included I don’t know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening few and last few lines if that is all that is needed or the song in full if the text needs it and credit to the author in either case, traditional songs are treated the same but credited as Traditional. This is a fiction story,...

Jazz

Blame it on mom. She was a jazz freak and I grew up hearing Billy Holiday, Anita O’ Day, June Christie, Ella and Louis, you name it. “The cats,” she called them. She knew all the words and she’d sing to the records, snapping her fingers, looking at herself in the mirror, moving her hips. I remember sitting on the floor, holding the record jackets, looking at the pictures on the front then up at mom singing to herself. She sang when she did dishes or was dusting around the house. I can still...

The Sidereus Prophecy Part 6

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Chapter 52 (Part 6) When I awoke, I was somewhere I had never been, and oddly enough, I woke while standing. I looked down at myself and noticed something wholly unexpected, something that caused joy to fill my...

On Her Own Part 2

In the morning, Anita felt refreshed for the first time in a long time. Looking around, she remembered that she was in the Finn home and was their guest until her situation was settled. She tried hard to think of a reason why they would want her there, but remembering Cat and Ella and their brothers' reactions to her eased her anxiety as none of them seemed to be offended by her presence there. Ella entered to check on her and gave her an outfit to wear. Anita felt weird accepting the...

A Musical Sexpierience

The original version was written a few years back, so celebrity names may not be well known now, but hopefully readers will get the gist of the theme. Grace was at an all time low and her period wasn’t helping, although she could rejoice in a way that she still had menstruation. However, inspiration had dried up and she felt drained and useless. The chain of hits she had enjoyed over twenty years seemed distant and even coming to her favourite retreat, the quiet remote one, of four she owned...

Racing the ClockChapter 18 Reintroductions

Alex and the others were rudely awakened by loud knocking on the door. It took a moment to figure out what was happening, but a second rapid knock got them focused. “Quick, get in the bathroom,” Gail insisted as she grabbed her scattered clothes from the nearby chair. “I’ll answer the door, but if it’s a reporter I don’t want them to see you.” “Who the hell could it be this time of day?” Cate asked, glancing at the door as she hurried to find something to put on. Clothes were rarely worn in...

Lucky StiffChapter 18 Rescue

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