The tower room has already changed. It is still red and dim, the candles are still there, and the incense. But it no longer smells of blood. Some of the windows are thrown open and fresh air sweeps through making it smell clean and fresh. There is a hint of lilac from the trees beneath. The bed is mounded with pillows and cushions in black and red silks and...
He wasn't the father of a friend, but more like the father of a friend of one of my friends, which was how I got invited to the pool party at his house on a hot day in August of 1972. I never had met him before that day, and never saw him again afterwards, but I got to know him very well that Saturday. *** Mr. Thurman was his name, and back then when you w...
Jeremy sat on the couch thinking of his best friend Tad and knowing he was going to miss him. They grew up next door to each other and had gone through everything together all their lives up until high school. It was then that Jeremy knew he was gay, but Tad wasn't. He went through his frustrations alone and was saddened each time Tad brought a new girlfrien...
"Come on bro, take another shot," I said to my friend Drew as I passed him another shot glass full of Fireball. He threw the shot back into his throat and went back to staring at the floor in front of him. Drew had just found out that his girlfriend Hannah had been cheating on him for months so my friend, Sam, and I were trying to cheer him up with a little...
I love coffee, especially with a shot of Carolans; some call it "camp coffee". Actually it's a morning ritual; I French Press a cup of coffee and toss in the Carolans. But today I was running behind for a meeting with my agent so I filled my stainless flask with Carolans and headed out. After the meeting I stopped by this little coffee shop that I frequent...
Author note: Sorry that this took so long to finish. I've had a difficult time with my health (heart attack) and only recently after open-heart surgery feel better. I didn't realize how sick I'd been until now. It's a new lease on life for me. So, I give to you all, the final chapter of Rewriting Singularity. ---------------------- Chapter 21 final chapter...
All characters are over 18. ***** "I've never looked out on the Tyrrhenian Sea before. All in all the beaches of Viareggio surpass those we have visited in Venice. Perhaps we should just stay here longer." "I couldn't help but overhear you, sir," a well-dressed young gentleman, complete with white suit, vest, and white bowler hat and shoes called over fro...
This is, of course, a work of fiction, including a fictitious disease. This story may describe disturbing images of the victims of that disease so I thought I'd just give a heads up. Enjoy, please rate and comment. * The not too distant future... Two pinpoint beams of light shown up through a helmet and illuminated a pair of brilliant green eyes. The bro...
And suddenly I saw him standing there, on the rocks, in his bright neon speedo overlooking the sunset on the Mediterranean horizon. I can't help but notice how perfectly those speedos outline his nether regions both front and back. Though, if I'm honest, I never thought Lorenzo would be the type of guy to wear neon, especially for a pair of swimwear. Loren...
The weather in this part of the country sucks. I was born and raised here and never quite got used to temperatures in the low hundreds in the summer and then howling winds that blew the snow parallel with the ground all winter. This wasn't Minnesota or one of those states but Kansas. Yeah, the home of wheat and coyotes. I'm Bob and twenty-seven and was on m...