Obsession Stories

There was no mail in the box that dayJust a lonesome little noteIt was opulently dressed in a gold leaf sheatheGold wax stamped the back flap closedBlack calligraphy skillfully addressed The letter in care of my nameThe return address was markedly absentAnd its postmark conspicuously the sameThe lone envelope felt very weightyAs I clutched it tightly in my handAnd although its contents were not yet revealedInstinct hinted...

**This portion of damaged contains sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.** Miki sat in her kitchen staring at the phone. She wanted to call Alan’s house, but had no idea what to say if he answered. Actually, at the moment, it wasn’t even Alan that she wanted to talk with. Sophia had gotten her so worked up in a blind rage that she stormed out of the house, leaving Dean alone with that bitch. She held her breath, t...

**This portion of Damaged contains depictions of sex and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.** 12 years ago... Sophia MacKinnon stood in front of the mirrors as her mother primped and adjusted her dress and veil. It had taken six months of choking down celery and brown rice and putting herself through boot camp three days a week, but it all paid off as she zipped into that goddamn funnel of a wedding dress - th...

**This portion of Damaged contains depictions of sex and violence. Reader discretion is advised.** Miki surprised herself again by actually attending classes the Monday morning. On Saturday night, as she lay under the covers in bed, she had thought for sure she would still likely be hiding at home for a few days. Maybe it was the exhausting run she did, or maybe it was the delicious Italian food she had later on for dinne...

When Saturday came by, the school kids and their families joined the faculty in the schoolyard for the annual picnic. It was a beautiful day, with nothing but blue skies and sunshine above them. “Thanks so much for fixing the shower,” Miki said as she and Alan set up the tables on the back field of Drummond Elementary. “Feels nice to stand up when getting clean.” Alan bobbed his head and propped up another table as Miki d...

This story contains scenes of graphic sex and violence that some may find offensive and/or disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. All characters, events, and locations are purely fictitious. On an early weekend morning, with a dull, grey haze in the air and before the rest of the quiet street had awoken, Alan Rosetti packed his tools into the back of his white pick-up truck, while Dean watched from the lawn. “Sure you...