THAT AFTERNOON After falling into a fitful sleep Snow awoke groggily and groaned. His throat felt like there was fire embedded in it, his dazzling green eyes were sore and bloodshot and his head pounded out an erratic beat. 'So this is to be my life a permanent cycle of depression and angst?' he mused to himself. He shivered and his eyes cut towards the win...
Author's Note: It's so easy to become what you despise. Over the years that I've read stories at various websites, one thing I've learned to hate is when I start reading a story, especially one that hooks me, only to have it stop suddenly. I recently started one that I was really enjoying, only to be horrified that it ended so abruptly. And it was one of...
This is a true story to the best of my recollection. Be gentle, this too is my first time at writing a story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty. ***** I had made it to 48 without a mid-life crisis event. No mistress, sports car, or job self-destruction. But there was a dawning realization that in all likelihood I was half done. The...
I grew up in a small town in Central Texas and lived there until I went away to college. I had a very regular life until I returned from my first year in college. That is when an event happened that forever changed my life. It was three days before my 19th birthday and I was mowing the lawn when I noticed our neighbor Mr. Rice unloading a whole bunch of lu...
Ellis stared at a chosen point on the curved window reveal, high up on the wall. Prison bunks are not the most comfortable places for deep meditation but with practice travel in space and time is easy when you learn how to make it so and the confinement of the prison walls can seem totally irrelevant for a while and can actually help to focus the attention....
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The earth didn't shatter into a million pieces. The seas didn't dry up. The atmosphere didn't let all the oxygen escape. The world still revolved around the sun and life carried on as it normally did, all except for Malik. Somewhere in the recesses of the building was a sha...
The Priest in my theology class at school said that the Bible claimed that real love was being willing to sacrifice your life for someone else. I guess that means that I never really loved Francis. I met Francis when I was fifteen. He was two years older than me and he was my mentor, my guide to my new school. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to...
The boy wasn't really a boy (he'd just turned 18 a month ago), but he really felt like one. His name was Damien, and he was a street child. He'd lost his parents when the war broke out, and the opposing warriors came in riding with destruction in their hearts. Damien didn't know who'd won, but he didn't much care. Homeless and hungry, he'd joined other kids...
This story is a piece of a larger one on my blog. It goes well here I may post the rest. Enjoy! ------ Xavier got home late. He wandered first into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of lemon aid, then went into the living room. Richard was sprawled out on the sofa watching TV. "Hey." "Hey." Richard looked up sleepily. "Your home late." Xavier plop...
In the year that I had just turned 18, I had come to high school a religious zealot, heavy with the residual dogma of my former private Christian school's teachings. The world outside those modest (but not so humble) walls was a heathen, blasphemous devil's playground full of sinners who lived in unholy ignorance. I was disposed of the school a warrior in th...