Jamie clutched both envelopes to his chest. He'd been holding them like that the whole time--all the way from the bank to his house--but he couldn't seem to make himself let go. He was afraid to open them. For now, those letters were a silent link to Ben. If he opened either missive and found proof that the money was dirty--as Dillon seemed sure it was--Jami...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to the previously published stories "One Day at a Time" and "To Love Again - Al." +++++ One thing I had learned is that given the option, Los Angeles is not where I would choose to live. I was born near Omaha, Nebraska, and lived there until my mom and I relocated to Philadelphia when I was eight. I'd moved to LA relativel...
Romeo had just turned 18 years old and he was still struggling with his sexuality. He was a very pretty boy who looked more like a girl than a young man. Because of his physical attributes many of his classmates assumed he was gay. As such girls were not attracted to him and many of the boys mocked him. Romeo was striking in his own way with dark curly hair...
CHAPTER 2: ABREACTION The night Coach Henry Jacobs of Jefferson Davis High was living out his fantasies with Asad Udovicic, the school's star quarterback, Anthony Breslin had been the same thing he was doing now- furiously masturbating to his own. On the whole, Anthony's erotic longings were quite a few shades less disturbing than the Coach's. Breslin ha...
Ch. 01: Mixed drinks and mixed feelings Ryan looked around the crowded room, desperately trying to spot a familiar face in the sea of college kids. He hated going to parties where he didn't know anyone- a pet peeve compounded by the fact that it would be like this for a few weeks. After minutes of searching, he saw only a few people he recognized from his c...
This will likely be the last installment of this story. The events I describe here may be the end of the 5 year arrangement between Jim and me, though on more than one occasion I have tried to quit seeing him and failed, so I guess we will see. We may yet see another chapter. For those of you who have not read previous chapters, the very briefest of summari...
Everything leading up to the wedding says it can't happen! 8===> The next few months was a mixed bag filled of ironic fate and cruel luck. I should have been easily able to transfer to the Target in Kent, so I had employment worked out. Or so I thought. They had a slot for me, but one that could only guarantee 12 to 15 hours a week. I needed at least 25...
"I think he's signaling to you, sugar." I'd stopped to talk to the two guys who regularly positioned themselves at the corner of 4th Street Northwest in Albuquerque and the alley in which I temporarily resided in a cardboard carton. I hadn't been there long following a relocation from Las Vegas and, although I'd found some work as a gofer on a high-rise con...
This was a piece of Vampire Fiction that I began as an exercise, in collaboration with Emily Palmer, in 1999. Gradually Rayne Wylde developed a life (or perhaps I should say, an UnLife) of his own. People have asked me how he came to be a Vampire. This is his story. CHAPTER ONE - TURNING THE PAGE RAYNE 21.30: June 26th, 1999 - MANCHESTER It was time.......
I picked my way through piles of corrugated tin, broken toilets, and lawnmower parts and came to a halt when I saw the blue uniforms and the wheel-less old Lincoln Town Car, with the smashed-in engine compartment, sitting on concrete blocks. Mullins had said it was an Inevitable Case when he'd called me, but I'd never get used to seeing the various ways that...