Sandra As I sat in the hospital ward next to the empty bed waiting for John to return from his latest x-ray, I let my mind drift back to the horrendous last 24 hours. I had spent three wonderful days with my long-distance pen pal John, showing him the sights of my hometown when he came over from America to stay. We have been emailing each other for several...
(Chapter 12) "Smoke and Shadows" (circa-1976) "Fucking Stephanie Monroe...Fucking mad woman...Fucking violent husbands," he muttered to himself, yawning into a clenched fist, keeping his eyes on the rear-view mirror, making a mental note to cross 'The Bridge Hotel' off his list of social venues. The sudden impact of the car mounting the pavement and crash...
“How can you live with yourself?” My mother had asked me a few months ago after I had finally told her what I did for a living. Then, I had given her my fake smile and had shrugged it off, saying that the money kept the nightmares and my conscious away. But the truth was that it was getting harder to live within my own skin. As the months crept by and the d...
This is my first story submission so I need brutal honesty to make me better. I always wanted to write, but never had the persistence to put anything on paper. I had a great idea for this story, and I wondered if anyone thought it was worth finishing. If it is somewhat readable, I will seek an editor. Thanks for your feedback. ***************************...
My sisters and I come from one of those families with everyone beginning with the same letter. My parents put a different spin on it and instead of being called Andrea, Angelina, and Aimee, we are Drea, Lina, and Aimee. We also all married men that are very good providers, terrific fathers but sometimes seem to others as a bit unreasonable. This is a story a...
June 4, 2004 The sign over the three-story building two blocks north of the Courthouse and two blocks east of the Cop Shop read "Bailey, Devon, Martin and Wilkes" in very large golden letters. The joke I'd heard men working for Lancaster Oil make was the rumor was that the letters were actual gold. Bailey and Wilkes etc., was one of the older, more succes...
Friday April 25, 2003 11:30 PM Tom's mind was focused on what he had to do when he got home. Pack his clothes and load the bike into the back of his truck. He also thought about the note he planned to leave for Lisa. He was trying to decide on the wording of the note when he came up on a car that had slowed to make a left turn. Tom slowed, waiting for the...
This is an original work of fiction, written by the Wanderer. It is posted on this site with his permission. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Anyway I take full resp...
Diapers was a girl I took out fairly often. She was a cute, sweet, young thing that always seemed happy. She was in her early twenties, had a one-year-old son, and no husband or boyfriend in her life. She lived with her parents who helped care for her baby. Diapers carried around a few extra pounds. Like most heavier girls, she had a wonderfully large set of...
Today was the day of my freedom. It was only twelve years ago I was convicted of the double homicide of killing both my wife and her mother. I still maintain my innocence but a jury of six men and six women thought otherwise. I really did not do it, but I was free and clear of her and her nagging mother forever. It all started twenty years ago in my home to...