Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

It was huge on me, but I didn't mind. Picking through my clothes on the floor of the bathroom, I found my panties. They were red. As I stretched them out and lifted one leg to step into them, I noticed the entire crotch area was a much deeper, crimson red. Lifting them up to my face, my eyes flashed as I realized just how soiled they were. Pressing the material with two fingers, they came away sticky and wet. I suppose that shouldn't be all that shocking. I didn't have a clean pair at his place. A grin slowly appeared on my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. Lifting my feet one at a time, I pulled the soiled panties up my legs and snugged them around my crotch anyway. They were cold b

ALEX'S POV I sat back in my leather chair and the city lights were shining brightly from the floor to ceiling windows which were closed right behind me. Everywhere had quieted down as it was now after hours. The soft noise coming from the air conditioner behind me and my own steady breathing were the only sounds in the office. I have seen this footage in front of me three times already. It captured Jordan in the empty conference room, his eyes screwed tight as if he was thinking about something nasty with his palm wrapped tightly and moving around his big muscular, veined cock.

Like the white is fading into grey. I reach another door and fling it open, desperate for air, for a way out of this dream or nightmare or whatever it is. The second I step in, I know I’ve made a mistake. There’s another body. This time it’s my father. He sits in a wheelchair, head slumped forward, hands resting lifeless in his lap. There’s blood on his shirt. His eyes are open, glazed over, staring at nothing. The beeping of a heart monitor suddenly screams into existence, even though the screen shows a flat line.

I come out better and cleaner. Coach Dixon has us repeat sections. Over, and over, and over. Corners, acceleration, jumps, and braking. Again. Again. And again. Eventually, we roll back into the pits. Everyone is sweating. Our bikes look as dirty as we expected them to be. It shouldn’t take too long to brush the dirt off. But hey, there were no crashes. Good times. It was a good session.

“Fuck this.” I ignored the flow of the crowd and ran deeper into the museum. “Leo! Come back here!” Mr. Sam shouted, but his voice faded behind me. Smoke was already thickening in the air, stinging my eyes. I coughed, pushing through abandoned exhibit halls. “Maya!!! Where are you?!” Elevators were dead—power flicker or something. I took the stairs two at a time, heart pounding in my ears. The smoke grew thicker upstairs. My lungs burned.

"You're surprised to see me alive, aren't you? Ha." Her eyes cruises the apartment and Sumire could see a few rats running along the dirty rug. Clothes were strewn all over the floor. Dirty dishes sitting in the sink. A thick layer of dust has built up on all the shelves. Her face twitches in disgust. "This is where rotten people belong to. A perfect place for garbage..." Sumire leaned over him and displayed a condescending smile, and then scoffs. "... and people who smell rubbish...like you." "Why are you here?"

Politics’ Dirty Games: The President ADRIANNA WALES’ POV The news about Senator Zamora’s scandals not only reached the national television, but all the way from the mainstream media outside the country. He has been the topic for the past two days and now we are watching him enter all his court trials. Gone was the narcissistic man who is always grinning—he literally looks soulless now and I have been more satisfied before. This time, it was Rozaine who shut the television off. We were just simply staring at the black screen of the television when it was Veronah who broke our silence.

I smile. “Are you ok darling?” My Mum asks. “Yes! I’ve never felt better!” I growl. I continue to the shower room. I walk in and stand in front of the mirror. My Mum, Dad and doctor stand in the doorway behind me. “It will take some getting used to Killian, you’re lucky you had that mask on or you wouldn’t have any skin.” My Mum explains. “I’m… I’m… WHITE!” I screamed. “Killian. We can do things to improve that. It is due to the white plastic melting into your skin. It has caused a chemical pigment change to your scarring.” The doctor explains.

I was hired by a wealthy family to be a housekeeper, replacing the one that seemed to have quit. I am to receive details of her duties from the head housekeeper I had just arrived to the airport, after leaving my sisters to come work here, I knew my sisters would feel my absence, but that won’t stop me from chasing my dream of going to college. I booked a cab to the address that was given to me by the head housekeeper. I have never been to the city, they had buildings that touched the sky. Buildings with walls made of glasses. The sight was mind blowing, the air was cool, and everywhere was colorful.