This is my first submission so constructive criticism is welcome. My gratitude to nomoretears00, who sent the email encouraging me to post, and did so much more you are awesome! Thanks to Cari Z. Blackstallion21 is my amazing, talented editor. If there are any errors it's on me, I keep rewriting. This is a copyrighted work of fiction by the author see...
Sandra had been doing a crossword puzzle as we waited for the visiting author from New Zealand to arrive at our Chelsea apartment. "You're the prose man. What's a word for 'inconstant'?" she asked, stretching her long legs, in the turquoise pedal pushers, down the length of the white sofa. The tunic she wore over them, showing her cleavage almost all the wa...
"Are you lookin' for company, Doll?" I riled at being called a "doll." I turned and looked at the bartender who was leaning over the bar and smiling at me. He was a real swisher—wouldn't have gone out on the street up in Baltimore. But, of course, no one else in this dive would have, except me, I guess. I definitely was out of place in my pressed khakis and...
Kenton stood on the terrace of the rental vacation villa and watched Georgiou enter the taxi on the street down the steep incline at the base of the complex. The bullet-headed bald, yet otherwise hirsute, Greek with the physique of a wrestler didn't turn to wave back. He just folded himself in the taxi and was gone from Kenton's life. Kenton hadn't really e...
Apologies for the long wait. This is the sixth chapter of Nirvana. All previous chapters are relevant but this can be fitting as a stand-alone story. As always, your ratings and comments (positive and negative) are always appreciated and keep me going. I would love to hear what you think and I welcome tips and suggestions. Enjoy and keep an eye out for...
The phone rang. I opened my eyes, disoriented for a few seconds. Then I remembered where I was. I was at Tad's, sleeping with him in his bed. The phone rang again, and Tad sleepily answered it. "Hello?" he said. "Oh. Hi Chris. What's up? Oh. How bad is she? Is she on a ventilator? Okay. All right. I'll be there as soon as I can. Bye." I glanced at the cloc...
It was very late and I found myself rushing to get to theatre before curtain time. I didn't have a ticket but I was sure I would be able to get a single at the box office. The outer lobby was extremely crowded, but I made my way to the window and said to the lady, "A single for this evening, please." I don't recall her asking me whether I wanted a cheaper s...
"Come on, Micky," she begged. "Please, just this once." My roommate and best friend Christie meant well. She was always trying to get me to go out with her. "You know I hate bars. And straight ones are even worse. It's so loud and smokey." "It's not that bad. We're going to Tony's. They have live music on Fridays. You need to get out more. You'll never...
There was this guy that I'd seen around a lot, who worked in the building I worked in, on the first floor, at His TV. I didn't know what they did there, but I think it was some small production arm of a big local station. He was very good looking, in a straight-guy kind of way. His body was compact, tight. He moved like an athlete. He always wore jeans and s...
Notes: This story was written merely as a writing exercise. It is a subject I wasn't familiar with, and so decided to take a try at it to see where I could take it. For the next three years, this prison cell would be my home. At the age of eighteen, I was young and stupid and attempted to rob a gas station with a BB gun. Naturally, I was caught, tried, and...