I didn’t get a chance to see Eric at all during the next day at college. Somebody told me they thought he had to go on a personal errand at lunchtime, so I had lunch with Eudora, Christa, and Krista. I know, I know, but I’m not making this shit up. I had two friends named Christa and Krista. Krista, you already know about, and Christa was a nineteen year old...
It is quite amazing how little you really need to live comfortably. I only discovered that by force. Not force of arms - I was not robbed or subject to hostile invasion. Nor force of nature - no hurricane or earthquake. It was simple economics. My business went bust, my spouse despised and despoused me, and I was left, by fortune and a little forward planni...
It is recommended that you read the earlier parts of this story to learn about this young couple from Maine. It is still remarkable to me how many readers refuse to believe this sort of thing happens in real life. I can assure you that although this events took place a couple of years ago, they are real, true and factual. Some of the conversation may have ha...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
The flickering flames of candles gave the red walls a softer burgundy hue. Margarite, the hostess, was lighting the final wicks while her guests rearranged the room in preparation for their evening. The one-room guesthouse where they would be performing their improvisational drama tonight was furnished minimally, a low chest of drawers and a futon being the...
Joel Taylor sighed as the black van carrying himself and his fellow prisoner pulled quickly away from the stark concrete walls of the prison. Branscombe Wood had been his home for the last four years and was where he had assumed that he would serve out the his sentence. But there had been trouble - there usually was. The fight had not really been his fault...
Tara stared at the reflection in the mirror. What did one wear to a fetish fair? It was the thought that had plagued her for days. Ever since Josh asked her to the damned thing. It was not a club like Rainbows after all. Although there would be an after-party that was similar, they would not be staying for that. Josh had to go out of town for a few days on b...
I am Sally. Where do I begin? This is an account of 6 months of my life which I can never tell the truth about. It happened 18 months ago and started with me reading an advert in a national newspaper looking for English teachers to work in Bahrain. Having been a teacher in the UK for 20 years I had got stalled off with the job and desperately wanted to do so...
Karen never stopped loving me. I am very aware of that fact; she would tell me over and over when I spoke to her and there was little doubt it was true. The first days were probably the hardest for her although some of the times that followed she also found difficult to come to terms with what they made her do. I of course, hated it all but found it tougher...
##### Author's Note: Some light relief for a change. :) ##### When wife number three and I parted, things were pretty acrimonious there for a while, but as with many such partings, once the anger, the pain, the grieving stops, renewed friendships are often formed. Such was the case here. After the pain of the divorce settled down, and our feelings towar...