So there is graduation, eventually, and my old boyfriend doing hard time and me looking over my shoulder to see if the pigs are looking for his old fuck-toy. I wasn't political, there should have been no reason for them to come after me, but they say you are only paranoid if they are not out to get you. I laid low senior year, and interviewed well with the...
The melancholy old songs were playing on the stereo. It had been 2 years ago, this day, that Andreas had been taken from me. Listening to the old 70s love ballads – The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand... All of those torch songs about lost love and trying to find my man or to try to replace the one that got away... I knew that in a little while,...
siktici ©2017 * I avoided writing this story for years, at first, out of sheer embarrassment. Some of it is true, some of it is embellished with slivers of truth. I couldn't deny the story any longer, as it insisted. I closed a 21-year military career on March 1997; I came out to myself (To do so while in the military was still a pension killer); and I we...
Part 5. A Cold War With Another Napoleon: Jason's perspective Things were going pretty good for me at work. I was good at my job, I liked most of my co-workers, and, maybe most importantly, the higher-ups in the office liked my work. My personal life wasn't worth shit. But I suppose not every aspect of one's life can be clicking on all cylinders at the same...
[This is a sequel to "You go first," Jake said. Thanks to Ken Nitsua for editing.] *** I woke up Sunday morning tired and sweaty. I'd tossed and turned all night, sleep barely coming at all, and then only in brief spurts. A bad dream about college had bothered me. In the dream I was naked in the gym showers, surrounded by fully-dressed classmates calling m...
Brothers in Arms a love story by Robert Reams I Preston Dalton, dog tired and filthy, stood in the pouring rain, waiting to die. A quick musket ball to the head might be a merciful eighteenth birthday present. He thought back to his first battle, just thirteen days ago. They had been so pumped up and shiny and gray and confident, eager to drive the Yank...
I'm close to the end of my life now, and as you reach your twilight years mostly all you have left is memories. Especially since I lost my wife of more than 50 years, Katie, I spend most of my time looking back.: my youth in Nebraska; my brief spell as a college football star; the first time I ever saw Katie, and fell in love with her; and, of course, the Wa...
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The harbor at Algiers seemed almost to disappear altogether as the pirate ships moved into the deep-water port right up to the dock and then, when there was no more room at the docks, right up against the ship between them and the dock—and so on until the whole surface of the space between the two headlands encasing the harbor was just one continuous deck wi...
Here's the next chapter. It's a bit longer than I would have liked, but there were plot bits I had to get in. I hope that the melodrama isn't too high... * "Fuck Neill, fuck Liam," ran through my mind as my car sped through town. "I don't need this shit. I don't mean anything? Fuck him then." I was angry and sad at the same time, and it took about fifteen...