A NOTE TO YOU WONDERFUL READERS from this humble storyteller wannabe. First, thank each and every one of you have read my stories, especially those who took the time to write and leave comments. Each was and is greatly appreciated. I think I can see a difference between what I have just redone and published and those I first submitted. Yes, as so many of you...
********* This is all fiction. I mention a few well known places and persons - but it's still all fiction. Not much sex in this continuation of "Change." ********* It has been three years since I came home from Afghanistan the second time. And a lot has changed in my life since I went to Afghanistan the first time. And I have changed a lot as well, in som...
Madison returned to her table and to her surprise, Pete was still there. He'd apparently taken her advice as he was now nursing some other neon colored effeminate concoction. "Are you done slumming?" Pete asked her as soon as she'd taken her seat. "What?" "With that white boy. I mean, the issue isn't his race really but you could definitely do better."...
A little bit different for me this one. One for Harry and the lads maybe, who I honestly hope enjoy it. Sorry if any of the technical side is a bit out, but I've got a bit rusty about these things these days, so I've done my best within time constraints. Please enjoy, please vote and feel free to comment. ++++++++++++ I felt the compacted sand under feet...
Other than the fact that an American General was kidnapped in Italy, this is a work of fiction. For those of you who may remember the incident or have read about it, please don't tell me the story is anachronistic, or that General Officers don't really act this way, or cell phones didn't exist when it occurred. Just read it for what it is and enjoy it ... or...
"Mom, god, answer the phone, pick up, pick up." "Stacy honey is that you? You sound scared to death, what's wrong?" "It's dad mom, he's been injured, he's hurt bad, real bad." My heart stopped. "How do you know Stacy? What's happened to him? Where is he?" I felt like I was going to pass out. "He's over there, in Afghanistan. The army called me. They said...
When Melissa's car started crapping out, one of her co-workers recommended Performance Options, a local tuner shop. Dave assured her that they were good. Melissa dreaded dealing with auto mechanics, knowing that a female had no chance to keep from getting screwed at a car repair shop. She dropped it off and told Mike, the owner, that she had to get to work....
Before I start I am not a writer so please excuse my grammar, this is purely based on an experience I had after my last tour of Afghanistan. Tuesday 27 June, I have been in Afghanistan for four months now and the patrol base I am at is beginning to suffocate me. Four months of the same 19 guys cooped up in a shit compound with warm water to drink and fuck a...
First I would like to begin by this story being purely fictional. However, it is very real in the sense that it could possibly be happening at this moment in time to someone who is reading it. This story is also very personal to me. It reveals some feelings and emotions that I have kept to myself for some time. I have not even shared them with my spouse. Som...
How I Met Your Mother: Ghosts of East Berlin Couderay Wisconsin 2010 "That will be fifteen sixty-four please." The cheery tone of the cashier contrasted her surroundings. Illuminated by poor strip lighting with the occasional flicker thrown in for good measure, the convenience store was more akin to something out of a 1970s horror movie or a gulag. Hmm,...