The endless scenery zoomed by as Duke sped off into the horizon. He checked his watch, it was 9 AM and the sun was rising higher with each passing minute. He reckoned that at the speed he was going, he would surely make it to Mali before noon. He had awoken at 6 AM. As soon as the sun's first rays streamed through his windows. And he had been riding ever si...
Author's note: To those who were afraid that I'd kill Sid-- be not afraid! I love them both too much to see them separated. Find below three alternate endings. I'd always planned to write a fourth, where Wes would sacrifice his life with Sid so that Sid would be alive and well, but as I said before, I became so attached to them that I could never write suc...
Chapter 2 Boy Meets Llama I only held the card up to the white light of the windshield for an instant and of course that's when the llama appeared. I never did find out whose llama it was, or where it went after I hit it doing about 45 mph. The beast ran off. I wasn't as lucky. Fuzzy llama karma-- Next thing I remember, I was taking baby steps in a yell...
Chapter 8. The walk back home gave him plenty of time to think about the stuff brewing in his life. On more than one occasion, he stuck his hand into his rear pocket where he'd put the picture to reassure himself that it was still there. Thinking of the picture reminded him of the dagger which he'd hidden behind a washer in the apartment laundry room. "I'd...
Bruce and Peter walked into the restaurant while Tony parked the car. It was one of eight they found and were using from Mr. Bowman's garage. He had spotted the BMW and had always wanted to take it for a spin when the man was alive. Of course, he also had his eyes on the Porsche and the Mazeratti, but there were three riding, so they needed a little room for...
"Come on, Erik, just do it!" Ryan said. I groaned at his insistence and leaned back against the side of my bed. We were hanging out at my house in California. I had a private beach on the Pacific Ocean and everything. I was damn lucky that my rich parents felt guilty after kicking me out when I came out to them. They still paid for college and gave me this...
What is it about the unobtainable things in life that makes them so alluring? Is it the thrill of the chase, even when we know that it has a foregone conclusion? Is it the air of mystery, the spirit of the unknown that draws us to these illicit treasures like moths to the flame? Everyone says that the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, but why? These t...
First I want to say thank you to those people who posted and sent me messages. I know there weren't very many of you, but this only got written because of you. It really is amazing how much your small messages mean. That being said, I'd like to apologize for this entry taking so long and not being as long as it could have been. As usual, any comments on my w...
A sequel to Beach Trips & Road Head After an hour or so of awkward silence interspersed with glances I couldn't quite read, Chad finally turned on the radio. Sounds of classic rock filled the moving car, making it slightly less awkward. I toyed with my empty Dr Pepper bottle, wishing I had another. I didn't want to stop again, having lost 40 minutes to our...
Although Tarkan had studied classical Ottoman music, he had never made music his career. His eventual degree was in environmental science and management, and his agency, Bir Dünya, which oversaw development in ecologically sensitive areas in Turkey, kept him busy. Every day after work though, Tarkan went for a long run on the nearby beach as he loved to kee...