The two figures, looking handsome together, stood at the doorway of the rambling adobe house on the heights overlooking old Santa Fe. They were standing close together, silhouetted shadows as seen from inside the house, where, in the great room beyond the foyer, small groups of people gathered in proximity - but not too near - a long trestle table, drinking...
It was August 17th, 2053. One year to the day that my world ended. I was doing my worst habit, watching old videos of Ted. Everybody told me that would make it harder for me to move on. It wasn't helping me move forward, it was just keeping me stuck in the past. I knew that that was true, but I couldn't make myself delete the videos. I couldn't even avoid w...
Was that really him I'd seen at the graveside, I wondered. It was more than a glimpse and he looked at me in recognition, but then Julio had taken my elbow so possessively, so intent on showing how close he was to Avis and me—or to me, at least. When I'd given him his moment of recognition, I looked back at where I was sure I'd seen David. But he was gone. I...
I pulled a pair of low-rise shorts and a sports shirt out of the closet, put them on, leaving the sports shirt open and not tucked into the shorts, and padded down to the hotel reception desk to start the process of reporting I'd been ripped off, was temporarily destitute, and needed help to start the process of canceling cards and replenishing my funds. I w...
There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationships and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. Josh eased his eyes open until a slit of light was shimmering through them....
Chapter One: One Night in Hannagan's "How good is your French accent?" "I beg your pardon?" Darryl craned his neck, peering around him, but there was no one close enough who could be considered to be within earshot. No one paying the slightest attention. So that settled that. This lunatic must be talking to him. This rather lovely, albeit strange, lunatic...
The decrepit decay of the area always presented itself first. There was a lot that was depressing of the village, indeed, the country, but the unhindered deterioration of what little infrastructure was present made it pretty clear that the government wasn't the only party that had given up on the villagers. They had long ago stopped trying to protect what th...
23 May 1890 Southampton Docks, England Joanna, My Love: How I miss you, even after only three days since having been by your side—and more. And especially I regret not letting you come to see me off on my journey of establishing our future. My traveling companion, the Heyward Company representative, David Paxton, is spending our last evening in port with...
The train pulled into Brighton station exactly on time. It was Christmas Eve and it seemed like half the country was on the move, so I'd been expecting the traditional yuletide delays and endless apologies from bored-sounding tannoy announcers. But everything had gone very smoothly, and I'd even managed to get a seat for the last part of the journey from Lon...
A Hamish Macbeth Life Adventure. My Lakeland Holiday. This is purely a work of fiction. My name is Hamish Macbeth, apart from having a really crappy name, I have wild bushy red hair that's always untidy and needing cut, blue eyes which means I am in the one percent of the red haired population category, five foot eight and a wee bit in height, weight n...