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Making it Right

September 11, 2020

Short stories from writing prompts have made the 24 Hour Short Story Contest one of my favorite writing endeavors. I have two Honorable Mention stories which I will include in this category. I also will resurrect the other contest stories I’ve written along with the prompts, as long as I can find them. My filing system is somewhat less than systematic…

Here is the prompt and story for the Summer 2020 contest!


Their trips to the drive-in movie theater were always
the same. He would fall asleep and she would quietly
leave the vehicle to get popcorn, Milk Duds, and soda.
As she walked back with her goodies, the car-side
speakers stopped and the screen went black, throwing the
entire lot into darkness. She stopped, temporarily
blinded. Then, the screen lit back up again, showing…


Making it Right


Ethereal, surreal moving stars. They whisked by, silent, like the starfield on Star Trek as the Enterprise sluiced through space.

Vertigo enveloped Jane once she muscled her gaze from where the screen once stood out. Now it enveloped her in a complete view. Her feet stumbled inch by inch as she turned underneath a canopy of moving stars.

She forced her eyes to take in her surroundings. The throwback drive-in’s outer periphery ceased at what once was the tree line. Each vehicle contained bodies, stiff as uncharged robots. Her hands flew to her face, Milk Duds and soda released without sound.

The nonexistent tree line now revealed how the theater grounds blew by stars. One glance at Harold revealed his open mouth, frozen in mid-snore. Panicked, she shot another quick look toward the Milk Duds. Along with the soda, they hung mid-air precisely where she let go of them.

A scream demanded release, but she found she was no longer breathing. Echoes of thousands of arguments against this reality exploded throughout her brain. Her heart should be pounding yet all within her remained calm, just as the moment before the lights flicked out.

Curiosity silenced the cacophony of voices once she reached for the Milk Duds and moved them. When she rescinded her grip, they remained hung, mid-air, as before.

Jane ventured one halting step toward the outer edge where trees once reigned. The movement, she realized, was completely effortless as though she did not need feet and legs. Another step revealed the same sensation. She stopped, turned, and stared directly at her body, statuesque like all the others.

Questions dazed her mind. She feared panic would overtake her. To the contrary, she found her mind handled the queries, mostly with the answer, “How the hell should I know?”

She glided to the drive-in’s horizon. Scraggly grass at the edge of the gravel road circumventing the theater ended in an abrupt view of stars whizzing by below. She controlled another bout of vertigo.

“What would happen if it poked a finger past the edge of the grass?” In her mind she voiced the question, but no sound sprang forth. In fact, she could hear nothing at all. With a tentative motion which she quickly remembered did not involve her body, she tested the illusionary finger experiment.

A sensation flowed through her unlike anything she’d ever known. The closest she could identify the sensation to be involved a “wrongness.”

Jane quickly skirted the outer reaches of her new world. She possessed a ghostly feel about how she could glide and pass through objects. In her first circuit of the grounds, she felt three twinges of “rightness.”

She set out on a second round, stopping at the first sensation. The lure of feeling something external drew her toward a car on the outer edge of the lot. The feeling of “rightness” intensified as she approached, but once at the car, immediate evil halted her forward progress.

She peered in the window of the car. In the back seat, a naked girl lay wide-eyed, duct tape over her mouth, with a knife an inch from her glistening chest. Jane felt a surge of anger, yet delicately she opened the door.

The girl’s head remained resting on the now nonexistent armrest. Jane slid her hands underneath the terrified young woman’s armpits and pulled her out with surprising ease. It appeared that once she concentrated on pulling the girl out, once she touched her, the potential victim’s body took on her own ghostliness.

With the body out of the car, Jane removed the duct tape, recovered a bra, blouse, panties, skirt, and heels. She dressed the mannequin. In an afterthought, Jane turned the attacker onto his back in the seat. She trained the descending knife an inch from his groin and closed the door.

Jane carried the girl to the concession stand. She placed her out of the direct line of sight of anyone yet still amid people. The motionless girl now stood next to the office. Inside, Jane could see a tired-faced woman on the phone.

Jane returned to her circumnavigation of the drive-in; this time more aware of the feeling of “rightness.” The second rightness felt just as the first. As she approached her destination, the sensation grew in strength.

Instead of the feeling evil, the rightness diminished, and a sense of loss overcame her. She again found herself at a car containing a couple, this time occupying the front seat. The man, posed in a beseeching manner, presented a ring to the woman. At first, Jane could not see anything wrong. The woman smiled lovingly, with excited eyes and a fresh tear of joy sneaking from one eye.

The woman’s eyes, however, were drawn to a text on her cell which read, “Dad just died.” Jane snatched the phone, searched through other texts, and found one apparently from her suitor. She typed the words, “Please marry me!” and replaced the phone in her hand.

Satisfied, she returned to her search. The third “rightness” led to another car. This one held a man mid-snore with a lovely, kind-hearted woman perched just outside in the process of dropping some Milk Duds and a soda. The woman, now committed to no more lackluster drive-in movies with someone who did not value her enough to stay awake stepped back into her body…

Writing Prompt Request!!

September 7, 2020

My short story, “Making it Right” won Honorable Mention in the Summer 24 Hour Short Story contest! I decided I would like to write off random prompts just like the contest, therefore I am requesting 2 to 3 sentence writing prompts. Please send them to me either in the comment section on this site or my Facebook Author page, Michael Ray King (Author)

Thank you in advance for your prompts! I will write a 1500 word story based on the prompts I receive, then I will publish them on this site!


You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye… Episode 6B

March 5, 2020

In life, childishness and maturity clash internally at times, most often growing up. There’s a transition period where life becomes a muddled, exciting, insane, formative, blur. More goes on within us than we know. Sometimes, decades pass before we realize lessons we learned when we weren’t aware we were being taught.

Connection 101

Ray and Mary Ann swallowed each others’ tongues at every possible juncture the first couple years. They would get naked on every possible occasion that presented itself, which was far too few in Ray’s mind.

Yet, something else was happening. Mary Ann loved many of the things Ray was passionate about. Music, for instance. She loved live concerts. Rock concerts. Heart. ELO. Frampton. The Police. The only minor hiccup was her disdain for Elton John, Ray’s favorite performer. No matter, they had enough common artists to keep the Elton “thing” at a minimum.

Basketball was another commonality. Mary Ann had a passion for basketball, as did Ray. In fact, Ray played ball every chance he could get. Mary Ann did not like it that Ray could easily beat her one-on-one. Ray loved the fact she did not like that. She possessed a competitive nature. She did not like to lose.

After a while, the focus on sex (without intercourse) diminished a bit. Not much, but enough to allow concerts and basketball to infiltrate their days. Ray played on his church men’s basketball team. He was young and the leading scorer for the team. By far a better player than the rest of the players given their prospective ages which were at a minimum double his own age.

Mary Ann had been attending his church rather than the Catholic church of her upbringing. They eventually hatched a plan to petition the team to give her a spot on the team. Eventually, after getting approval from the team, the church and the league, Mary Ann was finally able to play competitive team basketball.

Ray was head-over-heels. She loved music, basketball…AND SEX!!!! Could there be anyone better?

Ray bodied up against Mary Ann as she attempted to post him up on the right block. He loved when she worked to back him down physically. The contact combined two of his three favorite things in life. Now if only they had some background music…

Mary Ann picked up her dribble, She shot a quick-release step back jumper. Ray attempted to adjust out of his pleasure and back into game mode, but the ball sailed over his outstretched fingertips. Nothing but net.

“That’ll teach you not to be so damned horny all the time!” Mary Ann laughed as he tossed her the ball.

Even though he led 16-2, she still talked shit when she scored. “Yeah, well, if you wouldn’t go braless, maybe I could concentrate better. All I want to do is tackle you and have at those puppies!”

“Better watch out, I might just kick your ass!:

Ray lunged at her as she dribbled to her left. Mary Ann attempted to switch dribbling hands but Ray caught the dribble down low. “Kinda tough to kick my ass without the ball!” Ray laughed.

“What are you talking about? I’ve got two balls!” she exclaimed as she cradled his crotch with her right hand. That allowed her left hand, her dominant hand, free to knock the ball out of his grasp.

She didn’t go after the ball. Neither did Ray. They embraced in a sweaty, passionate kiss. Her hand was now down his shorts, stroking up an erection.

“Do you really want to do this here?”

“Why? Scared we’ll get caught?”

“No. I know we’ll get caught. I’m just not sure you want the world to see your tits,” Ray exclaimed as he lifted her jersey over her head.

Quick as a cat, she darted away, extricating her hand and pulling her top back down with the other hand in the same moment. Ray doubled over in laughter. “You’re so bad!”

“Hey! You grabbed my balls first!”

They both burst out laughing, falling into each other in a heap on the court. They laughed for what seemed like hours to Ray, his sides splitting in joyous pain.

Their lips met as soon as the laughter subsided. Ray closed his eyes to savor the moment. Mary Ann popped up in an instant, grabbed the basketball, and dribbled in for a layup. Ray scrambled to rise up and catch her, but came up a couple steps short of stopping the basket.

Mary Ann took the ball back to the top of the key. “Check,” she stated as she tossed him the ball. “And stop pointing that thing at me!” she laughed as she pointed out his erection.

“Hey, you played with him first. Now he wants to join in!”

They went on to finish their game. Time felt infinite. Ray could not imagine a better girlfriend. He could not imagine a better life. All was right with his world.


In their third year, sexual escapades took on a more mature level. Ray had endured a year of college away from Mary Ann. They still hung out on weekends, but during the week he stayed in the dorm. Se mailed him a letter ever single day. Sometimes the mailbox would be empty and his spirits would drop. Then there’d be two the next day.

The letters did not say much other than “I love you” in 40,000+ different ways. He could not take being away from her, so his second year of college he moved back in with his mother. The one hour commute was a bit much, but at least they could be together more often.

That first year in the dorm, his roomates threw a birthday party for him. They invited some girls from the girls dorm. Ray bought a couple bottles of Bacardi 151. Everyone drank but Ray. One of the girls got drunk and started coming on to him.

The next thing he knew, they were dancing. Then they were dancing toward the desks. Then behind the desks with the behemoth book shelves built into them forming a wall between them and the other partyers.

They kissed. Ray realized his relationship with Mary Ann just shifted. In fact, this could potentially end a perfectly good relationship. What was he doing!

She kissed him again. His will to resist, weak at best, floundered and died a quick death. Hands headed toward breasts and buttons and…

The girl projectile vomited all over Ray’s chest. The sheer volume of puke impressed and mortified him. The girl stood there, terrified by what just transpired.

Ray could not tell if her pale complexion stemmed from sickness or embarrassment. She ran from the room, out the door and down the hall.

“Great. That’s great for you!” Ray exclaimed as he surveyed his soaked shirt and pants. “I can’t come after you with all this puke on me,” he muttered.

Ray did not hold the incident against her. In fact, he wanted to talk to her. He actually desired to see if they could rekindle the spark which led to the unfortunate event.

Alas, she would not speak with him. She would see him walking toward her and she would change sides of the street to avoid him. Ray decided two things. One, the effort it would take to pursue this girl would be overwhelming. Two, his relationship with Mary Ann was too good to toss away like this, so he decided to tell her what happened.

Mary Ann was none too pleased. When he told her about the puke, Mary Ann smiled. “Got what you deserved! Too bad none of it went in your mouth!”

“Oh my god! That’s nasty!”

“Yeah, well, you would have deserved it if it’d happened!”

In this third year, Ray felt so much more stable. His parents paid for his first year of college. The second year, Ray bought a car so he could commute, and the rest of the money he’d saved by working in high school all went toward tuition.

This year, though, saw many good things happen to ray financially. He’d landed a job as manager of a sporting goods store. He traded his car in for a brand new car, transferred to a college 10 minutes from where he lived, and bought a house by being in the right place at the right time.

Now, Mary Ann had graduated from high school. Despite her mother’s objections, she moved in with Ray. They’d decided they would get married. Again, everything looked so perfect.

There was just one problem…

You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye – Episode 6A

February 1, 2020

Blind Passion

The next day. A fateful day in May. The twentieth as a matter of fact. Love wasn’t in the air. Love resided in his veins. Arteries. Yes, heart, but everywhere else in his body as well. Loins. Oh, hell yeah! Loins! Thoughts. Intelligence.

Ray had turned eighteen five months ago. Hormones? Hell yes. Still a virgin. He’d actually met Mary Ann a week ago through his good friend Debbie. He knew Debbie had the hots for him but she was away at 4-H Camp. Debbie would have been the obvious choice. One quick check with her mother and those plans were thwarted. Mary Ann, though, had been flirty. She worked at Burger Chef. She joked about guys ordering a hamburger ATW – all the way.

Going “all the way” was the big thing sexually with teens. Most talked about it. Many did it. Many didn’t. Ray was a “didn’t” who wished to change to the other side. Less than twelve hours after nearly committing suicide over Elizabeth, he found himself driving to Burger Chef with one phantasmal question on his heart, mind and soul…

Mary Ann

“Will you go out with me?” Ray asked across the counter after ordering a burger, fries, and strawberry shake.

Mary Ann’s blush shot fear through his body followed by glee once he noted her eyes. “I get off work at 2:00. I have a short shift today,” Mary Ann responded with an unnerved look. No doubt the shock of Ray showing up to ask her out had not occurred to her in any universe.

“When can I pick you up?”

“How about now?” She stated as she slid his food to him.

Ray’s turn to feel shock hit him like a fiery blast furnace. He hadn’t expected a date today and it was only 1:10. Apparently, Mary Ann did not care too much for her job. She walked to the back of the store, told her manager she did not feel well and that she needed to go home. She called her mother from the store and told her she was going to a movie. She should be home by 10:00.

Ray sat at a table in the far, back corner. He stared at the burger and fries as though they could help him. Panic flooded his nervous system. What would he say. What would they do?

“Ready?” Mary Ann asked, jerking his focus away from the food.

“Let’s go!” Ray nearly shouted with enthusiasm he didn’t know he owned. He grabbed the food and shake and headed to his car.

One of the things Ray and Mary Ann had engaged in when they met courtesy of Debbie was blatant flirting.

“Know any deserted backroads?” Mary Ann asked.

“I know a few,” Ray responded. His heart had to be in the stratosphere.

“Let’s go to the closest one.” Her urgency fueled his. He knew. He knew she would kiss him. He also knew she would do a lot more.

Ray accelerated, turned down West Washington Street and headed through the mountain terrain toward the Wine Cellars – the most secluded place he knew. Within ten minutes, he parked the car behind a stand of trees and underbrush, making his gold car virtually invisible from the two lane road.

Within seconds they parried tongues. They kissed forever or a half-hour depending on which reality you are in.

At some point they exited the car. Fortunately, Ray’s picnic blanket still lay in his trunk until he pulled it out and spread it in a shaded spot more secluded than his car. There, they lay down, resumed passionate kisses that would make a porn star smile, and writhed as two people who had no clue how to do the very thing they knew they desired to do.

At one point, Ray found himself on top of Mary Ann. He slid his hand up her torso, underneath her work shirt. His fingers met her bra. With one movement to her right shoulder, half-dumping him off her, she used both hands behind her back to release the cloth wall obstructing his path. She rolled to her back and locked eyes with him.

He did not break eye contact. Fascination with the emotional changes in her eyes with each millimeter of ground he covered until finally cupping her right breast with his left hand captivated him. His hands were not small. She fit nicely, softly, into his palm. Forefinger and thumb played lightly with her nipple. Her eyes darkened and brightened simultaneously. He loved the reaction.

Ray lowered his head to hers, again moving in millimeters, until each felt the breath of the other, somewhere between a gasp and a pant. He grazed her lips with his, eyes still locked. Pain. Fear. Ecstasy. Excitement. Passion. So many emotions. He knew he appeared just as wild-eyed, if not more so. He pressed his kiss to her lips in ever increasing pressure until their tongues met again. In the middle of this long-lasting, passion-overrun kiss, she moaned involuntarily. Her eyes, lost in the excitement, lolled back as she closed them with a serene, flushed look splayed across her face.

Ray rose slightly. He maneuvered, at great effort, to free his right hand to in turn free the buttons of her blouse from their locked position. Mary Ann opened her eyes once again. A new look appeared. One of higher level intensity. A look Ray had never seen in his life, not even the movies. His fingers fumbled with their task. She did nothing. He continued to knead her breast with his left hand while his right toiled to bring the hidden into view.

Two years, or two minutes later, he brushed back the right side of her blouse with his previously fondling left hand while the left side of the blouse fell to the blanket, gravity being kind. He lightly plowed her bra up to her neck with his right hand, then used both hands to knead and play with those magnificent mounds of female pleasure.

He dropped his gaze from hers, lowered his head, and alternately teased each nipple with his tongue. Soft, quick swirls and licks and nuzzles from his nose. Ray felt lost in toyland with so many places to go and no real direction. She followed his passion as though a violin being played. He teased. He satisfied every thrill he’d ever imagined. He loved that each thrill revived stronger the second time he pressed for it. The thought occurred to him that he could do this forever.

They rolled around. Mary Ann shed her blouse and bra, suckled him to her breast while both hands drove his head deeper into her soft chest further than he’d dared to go. She arched her back. He knew. He knew she craved more. Her hands released his head, but he kept up the pressure. Her breathing accelerated.

Snap. Zip. She grasped his left hand. She pulled in down to the unzippered entrance. Fingers slipped under panties. Moisture.

Ray felt a rising panic. This was where Nannette’s sister and brother-in-law had interrupted. He was not sure what to do. He grazed his middle finger over her clit sending her back into a more pronounced arch. He kept flirting with the little hot spot. at one point, he pressed a little harder. Her hand shot down and lifted his slightly, guiding him to where she needed.

Mary Ann kept her hand on his, feeling his touch both tactilely and vicariously. All this increased her excitement. He could tell by her ever-growing rate of breathing, her moans coming more consistent, and her back bending she must be a near breaking point.

She slid her middle finger over his and curled it inward. The penetration carried her off to someplace Ray could only imagine. The raging, guttural moan presented itself undeniable release. He knew she just climaxed even though he’d never experienced this before.

He didn’t just like it – he loved it.

He kept plunging her further and further into blinding ecstasy until she grabbed his hand at the wrist and yanked it away. She could take no more. Ray buried his face into hers so quick and so hard their teeth clanked. Neither withdrew and the kiss might as well have been two horror movie monsters eating each other’s face off.

At some point, reluctantly, they parted, separated only by their breath but no longer locked in a soul-sucking kiss. Wild eyes replaced by unaddressed glee and laughter, they lay on the blanket, each searching for words. They had not spoken for over an hour.

“Let’s visit Debbie at 4-H,” Mary Ann exclaimed.

Ray felt an overwhelming pang of wrongness but desired to please her above all else. “Ok,” he heard himself reply. She quickly assembled her blouse back on her shoulders, fingers working nimbly to lock the buttons back up. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Ray asked, pointing at the disheveled bra tossed aside in the earlier melee.

“I thought you might like having easier access,” Mary Ann slyly replied.

A wave of intensity raged throughout Ray’s internal body. He pulled her roughly to him and kissed her with a masculine viciousness that surprised him. She caved into him, rubbing her slightly covered breasts against him so he could benefit from the reduced padding.

All Ray could think of was the fact he would get access to her naked breasts, again. Today!

The meeting with Debbie went as Ray had imagined. She stammered a bit while she recovered from seeing them walk up, all over each other, with Mary Ann braless to boot. Debbie regained her composure quickly, but the pain still lurked behind her eyes.

Ray learned something key about Mary Ann at this point. She was not above gloating. She showed him off like a carnival prize, not only a prize, but the largest, toughest one to win. He felt special. He felt buoyed by the intense attention. Nothing else mattered, at least, at that time.

When they left the camp, they needed to find someplace else to go.

“We could go to a movie,” Ray began, “and find a dark corner?”

“I did tell my mom we would be at a movie,” she responded. “And what would we do in that dark corner?”

Ray felt the puffiness of his lips. They’d already kissed so long and so hard that he felt both lips like balloons blown taut on his face. “Make out some more,” he responded.

“Works for me,” she exclaimed.

They ended up at the premier of a major motion picture which went on to change the landscape of movies forever. Ray would have to go back a year later to see what he’d missed. Neither had come up for air the entire movie despite the packed house and others able to see them necking. Fortunately, the film was so compelling, no one even noticed. If they did, not one person said a word.

They saw each other often. Wherever they went, they looked for someplace secluded to make out unless they were out with friends. Debbie was often one of those friends. Ray always felt a twinge of guilt, but she chose to go with them to carnivals, movies, restaurants, etc.

It wasn’t long before Ray moved into another realm of sexual pleasure. They were out on a “picnic” which always resembled that first date with his blanket, off a secluded road. This particular day, they’d found an ideal spot where they both felt confident no one would come around,

Mary Ann popped the snap on her jeans and unzipped them, as usual, but this sun-drenched day, she shimmied out of her pants completely. She lay naked to the world, more importantly, to him, and he dove in without hesitation.

The split-second his tongue brushed her clit, her back arched enough do drive one of those oversized Tonka trucks underneath. This pleased Ray. Mary Ann would give herself over to pleasure like a ravenous beast to food. He played his tongue along her lower lips, flitting and flirting. He’d read somewhere that if you write the alphabet with your tongue around a woman’s clit, it would drive her bonkers. Somewhere around “h” or “k” Mary Ann appeared delirious. In future years, he would remember this and thank his lucky stars he’d read the article which informed him of this special technique.

Ray and Mary Ann explored and experimented with all the sexual intimacy they could think up. Both were virgins and both lived for imaginative endeavors. When it came time for actual intercourse, however, things did not go so well.

Ray was loathe to hurt anyone, especially Mary Ann. Despite her bravado and big talk, Mary Ann did not handle pain well. Whenever Ray attempted to slide himself into her, she complained and said it hurt too much.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she stated one day. “Maybe you’re doing it wrong?”

“Doing it wrong? There’s only one way to do it,” Ray responded. They were a couple years into their relationship. He would tell his closest friend that whenever they got together, he would get lockjaw.

“She loves in when I go down on her,” Ray would say.

“Stop bragging,” his friend would say because he was not getting any sex at all.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I go down on her much better than she does on me.”

“Again, do I really have to repeat myself?” his friend responded.

“Ok, ok. I just need to talk to someone about this.”

“You probably just have to pop her, you know? Just shove it in real hard and be done with it.”

“That’s a bit crass, don’t you think?”

“Look, there’s those people who would say eating her out on a daily basis is crass. Who gives a shit. Just do it!:

After a while, Ray stopped trying to have intercourse and resigned himself to oral sex. This happened right around the time he proposed…


Blind Passion

You see her eyes
Not their color
Passions. Likes. Dislikes. Inner thoughts. Emotions.

You see her face
Not the eyebrows
Telegraphed desires.
Warmth of her smile
Truth of the glimmer from those aforementioned windows to the soul

You see her body
Not the proportions
The manner in which she moves
When she dances, she’s a smorgasbord of poetry in motion
When she walks she’s a samba
When she talks her body whispers and screams as needed
When she’s gentle, her movements mesmerize
When she touches, the penetration of electricity transits your nervous system’s railways

You hear her voice
Not the soprano or alto
Chords strung in tune to your heart
Strumming away at your soul as a siren invitation
A craving to hear the soft sweet nothing whispered into an anxious ear

Knotted emotions unstrung
She waltzes your passion wherever and whenever she likes
Whether she realizes or not
Captivation a welcome dream to play with in those nether regions between sleep and awake
Dreams but not dreams
Fantasies but, oh hell yes, fantasies
Dark, playful eyes tease and please and beckon and walk away
Cradling your control every step of her way

You buy into passion
Every minute twitch of a lip
Every slight rise of her brow
Every sensual wiggle of her ass on the dance floor
Every demure stroll in her otherworldly gait
Every smile she conjures in you
Every smile she displays on that lovely countenance
Every breathless look she steals from you despite your willingness to give them freely
Every hope which blossoms
Every flirt she throws your way

Blind passion drives you
Whisks you against the current of reason
Driving dreams and lusts to unrealistic levels
Then questions their lack of reality
Causing confusion, delirium, more fantasy, more craving
Knowing your best move calls for withdrawal
You plunge ahead
Telling yourself, “I can handle this”
Knowing full well,
You cannot.

Sweet bliss would entail lips to meet
Underneath eyes meeting
Underneath minds greeting
Overtop hearts beating
Underneath moon gleaming
All to sate one, all-encompassing reality

Blind passion…

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