By Glen I was working as a nurse’s aid in a nursing home when I met Rob: a cocky, smart-ass straight boy who worked on the Housekeeping staff, or the “Environmental Specialist” staff as he liked to
Montana Blue
By James West I was driving along Highway 200 in the middle Montana when I saw the red lights in my rear view mirror. My heart skipped a beat. I pulled to the side of the road
Tim, the Ticklish Skatepunk
By JockTickler I’d been watching him for for several weeks now. Gliding by with his buddies he’d be, in a white T-shirt and khaki shorts, baggy, coursing elegantly over the corporate cement. I’d be hangin’ out on
The Roadtrip
By Scott It was early June, and Jake and Mike had three months of vacation time. They’d been best friends since high school, and always said they’d drive cross country to California. And since they were from
The IHID Machine
By Jasper Zilch At the IHID* machine: *IHID = Induced Hypersensitivity Interrogation Device “Take off your shoes,” Dr. Wilson instructed. “My superiors will skin me if they see mud all over their expensive machine.” As Andy complied,
Tickler’s Trade
By Footstud He had a certain air of superiority about him, almost as if we should have felt privileged he had chosen to spend the weekend with US. David was my sister’s latest catch. She had in
My English Teacher
(First published in Issue 5 of Tickle Master Magazine 1998) The best thing about my senior year at State College was English class. Not because I loved Shakespeare, but because of my teacher, Mr. Simpson. He was
The Ticklish Burglar
(Published in Issue 1 of Tickle Master Magazine 1996) As I approached my house I saw movement at an upstairs window. I ran up to my front door, gun in hand and let myself quietly in. I
No Such Thing as Ghosts
By Hooder “Oh God, I’m stuck!” Mumbled Davy. He was halfway through the window and, in truth, he was stuck. By stretching his legs he was able to touch the wall with his toes, but no amount
The Fiend
By Hooder It was the start of John’s second week in Hell. He’d skidded on some diesel in the road and driven his motorcycle into a tree. The next thing he’d known, here he was. It was