During an open house at Mueller and Mueller, Heidi was pretty much left to her own devices and, not knowing anyone at this affair, she wandered around listening to snatches of conversations and amusing herself by inventing stories about people she saw as she went. As she passed by the conference room, she glanced and saw a tall, good looking guy examining t...
Review - Personal Effects: Dark Art by J.C. Hutchins and Jordan Weisman It was only a few days after seeing Paranormal Activity that I was wandering through my local bookstore and stumbled across this jewel in the sci-fi/fantasy section. Still riding the creepy wave of the movie, I picked up this book because it has a unique hook and after starting in on th...
So what do you do when your lover's husband walks in and finds the two of you sleeping naked on the marital bed, your arms and legs wrapped about each other, the whole room reeking of sex, and a much abused cucumber lying next to you? Yes, that's quite a question, and it's not one most of us have occasion to think through in advance or to experience so ofte...
She was feeling a bit stiff at the annual Student Art Gala, wearing a scarlet cocktail dress and her deep red lipstick bleeding on the glass of white wine in her hand. She looked as though she was passing some time, here out of obligation, accompanied by a younger man. It was a Friday evening in October, around 7 pm. Her name was Diane, an attractive yet m...
"Walter, why are you here?" Danial asked as they sat around the fire pit on a cold November night. The orb of light containing them like the walls of a their own private tavern, just as Daniel had envisioned it when he designed the garden that contained them. Though his visions in designing the space had been of his wife, Lindi's, face not the broad smiling...
This is a companion story to Backgammon For Blood. It isn't necessary that you read that story first, but it might be helpful to you. * I was lonely. Even my art books weren't any comfort to me. I just wanted some love, and I thought that the only person who could provide it was Phil. The first day without him had gone on much too long, and I knew I faced...
A collaboration from Thorntak and Black Tulip, edited by HawaiiBill. Amsterdam, October 15th Hi Dennis, You will be getting an invitation to a special dinner soon. It's in honour of my new playmate, Jeanie. I saw her drinking coffee at a sidewalk café in Amsterdam and that got me thinking. She struck me as being of strong character. A woman who knows wha...
It was five minutes before eight, the choreographer gave his final instructions and complimented everyone on their work. Byron, the gallery owner reminded the dancers to continue to move around the gallery after their performance in order to highlight the hanging works. The lead dancer, took a deep breath delighted to be leading three such talented naked wom...
While sitting without my hubby in a small pub not far from the apartment enjoying a cocktail and analyzing the humanity within listening range an attractive couple sat on the two stools at the bar's return leg to my left. The usual nods of acceptance followed and I didn't think much of our sudden closeness within my proclaimed space. The woman was very tall...
Booker studied the painting with a critical eye. The colors were a mishmash of streaks and splatters, as if someone had tried to emulate Jesse Pollack. The effect was striking, if a bit off-putting. "Unexpected, yet appealing," a voice observed. Booker looked over. The man standing there was a few inches taller than him, a solid six feet high. He was youn...