Counting Sheep

“It never works,” Ally said, twisting in her bed.  She wore fleece pajamas pants and a buttoned top while laying in her friend’s bed.

 

“Trust me, I do it all the time!” Jennifer said from the floor next to her.  She lay on a spare blanket with another covering her.  Her pajamas were silk – a luxury she paid for with her own money.  “My mother got me into it when I was little.  She always thought it was hilarious but swore it would help.”

 

“It’s just dumb,” Ally told her.  “A kid’s thing.”

 

“I’ll start,” Jennifer said. 

Comfort

I should’ve known what was happening when she started getting more clingy earlier in the afternoon. But, I was distracted. She followed me around, just talking and rubbing her arms and keeping me company. Eventually we wound up on the couch where she pressed herself against me while I watched videos on my phone. Again, I should’ve noticed when she didn’t take out her own phone and, instead, lay her head against my shoulder with her hand resting on my thigh. I turned to kiss the top of her hair and shivered when the sharper ends of her pixie cut brushed against my neck.…

Branded

Headlights scattered on puddles from the recent rain.  Two women shrieked and giggled as they moved away from the streets.  A slick black sports car sped past, splashing the sidewalk while the passenger yelled out an incoherent catcall.  Its red tail lights scattered through the drops of water.  The night air smelled of hot concrete, steam, food and the eclectic scents of young adults migrating between clubs and bars.

“Come on, Beth!” the taller of the two women said, pulling at her girlfriend’s arm.  Tipsy and thrown off balance, they stumbled on their high heels and giggled again.

“It’s late, Kari,” Beth called out. …

The Gift Ch. 02

From my Patreon! Chapter 2 (of 3 currently) for The Gift!

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through tall, dilapidated buildings.  The air was sour with the scent of offal from nearby butchers and emptied chamber pots.  Agnes stepped lightly around puddles on the dirty, uneven ground. She held a wicker basket against her hip and a dainty hand over her nose while praying for a cool breeze to move the stale air.

Nearly all the lords and ladies were busy at the wedding with their fancy clothes and jewelry while she sweated through the stench of the lower city.…

A Domestic Call [Patreon, Werewolf]

From my Patreon! The last of the initial gift stories for people that joined at the beginning.

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The police cruiser turned left on the dirt road, its tires crunching on the gravel of the unpaved driveway.  Inside the cruiser, officer Miller glanced at the house number to verify she had the right address. She wiped sweat from her hairline and entered some information into the laptop suspended in front of the dashboard.

When Miller’s radio crackled to life, she jumped and cursed silently.  She’d been on edge since the night before and even snapped at the desk sergeant earlier this morning.

/r/gonewild Ch. 02

The changes continue as everyone struggles to adapt.

Chapter 2 of 3, apparently. I completely underestimated (some how?) how long this would be. Don’t worry, I have THREE of the FOUR story threads finished already. I suspect the 3rd and last chapter to be put out by Friday at the latest but more probably Wednesday.

Mikela smiled shyly as she slid her small hands along her sides and belly, slowly working her slim hips back and forth.  She glanced quickly at her chat window and her smile deepened at the large list of users and the fast scrolling conversation window.  Looking away again, she moaned, pulling at her shirt and skirt. …