Prologue 5 years ago 18 year old Kenny sat beside the bed holding his mother's hand. He was both frightened but calm at the same time. When she had been diagnosed with lung Cancer a year ago, the doctors had given her weeks. Yet now, almost a year later, she was still hanging on. As he held her hand though, he knew the end was near. Her grip was a lot less...
Dr. Randy Wolfe, PhD, stared with purpose into the bathroom mirror as he applied the last bit of near fluorescent, ruby red lipstick to his mouth. Setting it aside, he used a piece of toilet paper as a blotter to dab away any excess, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Suddenly his deep voice began to reverberate off the walls and ceiling of the small...
My grandfather emigrated from Austria in 1919. He had four sisters, but he was the only boy. He married my grandmother in 1940. Unable for whatever reason to have children of their own, they eventually adopted a girl (Mary) and a boy (Peter), and each of them in turn had a boy (John Mark for Mary; Matthew (me) for Peter) and a girl (Elizabeth for Mary; Joan...
(I am currently writing a novel, of which the following is an excerpt that I have edited out. It's a piece that I hated to cut, but sometimes passages, scenes, characters and even subplots have to go—yes even in erotica there is a plot or at least I believe there should be. As much as you might hate to exorcise them, bits and pieces have to be pruned to make...
The gas station was finally empty. This was the first time it had been so busy after midnight since Micah started working there. He sat down behind the counter with his procedures text and found his place. He'd barely read a page when he absently glanced out the windows to the pumps and noticed a folded piece of paper. Someone had tucked it beneath the side...
A story about Paul Brady, a 62 year old newly retired teacher, and Carson Taylor, a young lad who was his neighbor. ... I was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing out my coffee cup, when I heard the sound of the lawn mower being fired up, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I peeked out the window and saw my industrious young neighbor, Carson Taylor pushi...
"Yes, hold just like that, please. You pose well." "As well I should," Philip answered as he put an arm up to lean on the frame of the door out to the balcony. All he was wearing was an opaque dress shirt, unbuttoned and gaping open, which was made even more opaque—luminous even—by the backlighting of the sun beyond the balcony of the eleventh-floor, Darlin...
I grew up in the Kingdom of Kahara. My father was the head of the Kahara-America Export Co., an international energy conglomerate. I have always loved walking the seductive streets of Amsada, Kahara's capital city. I loved the dangerous looking dark men, in their robes, capes and hoods. You could always see those coal black eyes staring out at you, measuri...
Hey everyone!!! Sorry for not posting for a long time. I meant to write a lot more but my bosses decided that overtime is actually a good thing. First of all, I need to say thank you to Drenkara for helping straighten out what I wanted to do with this story. It's too bad that life had to get busy before I finished, but thank you for your help. Next, thank...
My best friend and next-door neighbor has been the best thing that ever happened to me. His name is Nathan and we got along great, from the moment we first met. I valued his friendship more than anything in the world. He and his family taught me what it is to love and receive love from others. I seemed to be a burden, an unwanted houseguest to my parents. If...