Tacky Novels & Stories

“I ain’t seen you around the circuit.” “Been off doin’ other stuff. Thought I’d give it a go again.” Chase folded his arms over his chest. “Sorry I missed your ride.” “I was last out. So I covered my bull. Not pretty, like you done, but I’m good with finishing third.” “How long you been rodeoin’?” Taz’s smile was missing a few teeth, which wasn’t unusual in the world of rough stock riders. “Longer than is smart, that’s for damn sure. I got a whole lotta try in me for bein’ so long in the tooth.” He grinned again.

My home sweet home is what I need. Its already dusk by the time I leave Trust and co. The streets are busy as always, but some places are already closing down after a tiresome day. I watch as the whole world plays by before my eyes, as I sit in the cab, my head resting on the glass. Slowly, I close my eyes, shutting the world from my sight. By the time I open them again, I have already reached my destination.

Yet, despite his inner chastisement, he couldn't completely banish the idea. The miles flew by, as did the hours. The compound was a six-hour drive if they kept close to the speed limits and didn't stop for longer than it took to fill a tank with gas. Still, they'd be cutting it close, their erotic interlude with Toni having burned a portion of their night time. As they neared the ranch, Thad checked in with Sasha by phone. "Have you arrived?" he asked without greeting. "And a hello to you too, boss. Yes, I'm here with the gang, plus four new members. You'll be glad to know they're house broken, if frisky and distrustful."

Without a second of hesitation I leaned over so she could climb on my back. With everyone situated as best as possible we continued north in the growing dark as twilight peaked around us. Loud animal sounds echoed around us with only the crunching of our feet against the rocky bank of the river to answer it. I heard a scurrying of something in the bushes a few times but nothing ever popped out to attack us thankfully.

Only country music comes in. The bar is crowded for a Thursday night. I feel like I’m walking through a movie set or something with all the pickup trucks parked in a gravel parking lot. Music drifts from the bar, and people sit on tailgates, talking and laughing. I hate that I love it so much. Grandpa goes right up to the bar, and the bartender knows his name. “Hey, Fred,” he says. “What are you doing here so late?” “I’m taking my granddaughter out for a night on the town. She just got in from the east coast,” Grandpa tells him.

He replied shortly. "What for?" I saw him grab the phone book and grabbed the office phone then began to press some numbers. "Who are you going to call?" I asked and he didn't even pay any attention to me and started talking. "Hello. This is the beta of the Dark Knight pack. Is this the Alpha of Red Moon pack?" He started. Red Moon pack? Is that the pack in the North? I think my dad was friends with the alpha. "I think you need to come here. It's about Autumn." Jarred pointed out. I got up and tried to get the phone but before I could get the phone, he said the last word and disconnected the call.

Casey exclaimed, pushing him away. Suddenly there was a loud screech, like nails on a chalk board, as something was being dragged along the side of the vehicle. “Whoever that is, is dead”, Bryce declared. No one messed with his truck and gets away with it. He got out of the vehicle and glared at the long thin scratches that had ruined the paint work. He then heard a movement behind him and turned around only to scream.

I asked Ranvijay. "Nothing. Just don't speak in Hindi. Sometimes I forget my own learnt Hindi by hearing yours." "You can't appreciate anyone. Right?" I was really pissed off. "I can but not someone who speaks such disastrous Hindi like "thar Phaye ``,khya ``,'''deal `` etc. It's "tar paye" means tormenting, not "thar Phaye". We don't need Thor from Marvel DC among us. It's "kya” means what not "khya".

MY BROTHER IS IN his heated garage working on the upholstery of his 1969, 350-horsepower, Lyman Sleeper that he picked up for ten grand last spring. It’s made for speed and family fun. He and I took her out on a test run after he bought her and we ripped it up on the lake. It’s been his ongoing project since the season ended and she’s looking good. Tally is now written in bold black script on the side. Tally was our mom, and the boat couldn’t have a more fitting name.

Zack said, “A few hours later, Zack and Mimi just finished having a nice time together when he remembers to call 'Tara, “babe, where are you, am worried about you” 'Tara said, “relax your mind, am not a toddler, I can handle myself” Zack replied, “why are you not coming home for days?“ 'Tara asked, “Don't worry, when am through with what am doing I will come home” Zack says, “why are you doing this to me?“ 'Tara asked,