other stories and histories

No sex. A short one that like "My Ego is my Friend" is a kind of philosophical look at an element of relationships that is usually ignored. Some may find it too boring (why I kept it short LOL), but there were aspects that I wanted to cover. This story has not been read over or edited by any outside readers, so the mistakes it undoubtably has are mostly mine. Except when the spell-checker substitutes a word so unrelated to what I thought I was writing that I'm flabbergasted....

By Woodmanone: copyright March 2025
I thought I was pretty much done writing but that pesky minx, Randi, keeps dragging me into special stories. Bless her, it gives me the: motivation to get off my butt and write again; at least for her collection.
This is my entry to her latest event "Legend's Day: One More"....

Tale of Emily and Little
This is a Greenville adjacent story told in two parts of 750 words
The usual disclaimer: Bad English is my 1st language. No editor, Hope you like the story.
Emily
"We need to tell her."
"When the time is right we will."
"There is never a right time to tell someone something like this. I feel better if everything was out in the open, I wouldn't feel like such a fraud."...

Justice at the Car Wash
750 words inspired by a trip to the car wash this afternoon. © 2025 to the author.
You see all kinds at the car wash.
There's a blonde with a Benz and a frozen face who comes in every Thursday. Botox Barbie always gets the deluxe package and she never tips. She wears a Cartier watch, has a Louis Vuitton bag, and why she brings the car herself is a mystery to me. Oh, well. She comes, she goes. I admire her tits and don't envy her husband....

Brynn felt a bed underneath her as she woke. She didn't hurt, but she felt very dizzy. She tried to open her eyes, groaning quietly.
She heard voices around, but not nearby. She managed to get one eye opens and saw a door that lead out into a well-lit room. Her room was dim and white. The bed was white. The bars on the side of her bed. Wait, bars? Why were there bars?...

As the backup arrived a crane was used to lift up the truck and gather the suspects inside. One humanoid female officer arrived on the scene, amazed at what lieutenant Perez had accomplished in the past several hours. Seeing him making a mess was nothing new for her.
"You've gotten better," she said, "at least ten citizens are being treated for injuries."...