The stories on this page are written by a inexperienced author with a confirmed brain damage. Oddly enough there seems to be a few people with taste bad enough to actually enjoy his stories hence they are posted here for their pleasure. If other people read the stories and try to commit suicide because it's poor quality it is not his problem.
The author likes to get feedback from readers especially critique since he believes one can learn from it. And don't hold back on the critique since the author is a bit of a verbal masochist.
Be advised that this author, with the pen name Martin Young, is probably insane since he likes to write about himself in 3rd person.
They both went to the same high school. He was too geeky for the other geeks. She was head cheerleader and infamous Bitch. They had absolutely nothing in common but that was about to change.
Mrs. Thompson's paper hadn't been delivered and it was making her angry. You wouldn't like her when she's angry. She decided to call the distribution centre and give them hell. Little did she know how that call would affect not only her, but her entire family.
Sean had come to the beach hotel in an attempt to sort his life out. Both his girlfriend and his job were gone and he was in a bit of a slump. That specific beach hotel held many dear memories to him and he was glad to be back. Perhaps, he would even be able to find closure. Everything seemed fine, but when he was about to check in, he was informed that he had already done so.
Martin was in a really bad mood. His day at the office had been terrible, his efforts during the last year were down the drain and he was probably going to be laid off. As if this was not enough his boss, nicknamed Lady Jessica sans Pitié, seemed to truly hate him. All Martin wanted was to get some sleep and forget about it. He was awakened by the doorbell and when he opened the door he was shocked. Outside in the cold snow was his boss Jessica, completely naked. / (Reviews)
