Prologue This is a story based on historical events and dates although the main story is fictitious. I served in Singapore and I visited Rangoon in Burma shortly after the war, and saw for myself some of the atrocities that were committed by the occupying Japanese. I was in Singapore to see the Japanese loaded on to the ships to return to Japan. One ship I...
The first time I laid eyes on Rama Abdel-Masih, I was mesmerized. I mean, I was walking through the Rideau Shopping Center with my boys, Timothy and Dalton, one Saturday night, and when I saw her I just froze, man. I see pretty girls all the time, don't get me wrong. I simply wasn't used to seeing tall, majestic ladies in hijabs and regal long robes. With he...
New Years Eve. Our first one together. We went to my friend Gavin's place in the East Village, where he owned a really nice, very old and spacious apartment. His girlfriend Dianne had recently moved in and they were on their way towards engagement. There were maybe 20 people there, which would be almost impossible in Dar and my apartment, but in Gavin's it d...
Dar and I continued to grow ever closer. The more time we had together, the more we learned about each other, and we were compatible on so many things. We liked a lot of the same music, which surprised me. I was an old time rock and roll fan, mostly of the 60s and 70s, and I didn't think she had much exposure to that kind of music. I figured her father would...
Archimedes returned to real space, not with an elegant blink but in an explosion of hot gasses. Trailing fire it shot through the void, damaged sensors peering about, lenses glinting in the fierce light of the nearby star and the sharp illumination of its binary partner. Six planets visible, all but two gas giants, or ice giants, too cold, too far from thei...
Note: This story was submitted in late March, but has nothing to do with April Fool's Day. Anyone portrayed having sex is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. In other words, we repeat - this is all fiction. Jenny and...
Again, thanks to Jezzaz for the loan of his characters. And I did research on everything I wrote, so if you're Catholic, don't be angry. I have no feelings for your religion one way or the other, but I do respect it, and I mean you no offense. And yes, the main character is a bit over the top, but sometimes that's what is needed. I remember Harddaysnight t...
London must be the most miserable place on God's Earth on a wet day in January. There were five of us in the Library of The Exiles Club that afternoon. The New Year of 1887 was but a few days old and I had I come to Town from my customary refuge in Cheltenham to meet with my broker and take care of one or two other small items of business. After thirty years...
Bethany didn't write this story and that is the greatest tragedy of all. She'd earned a scholarship to UCLA for journalism and poetry, and the one short story she allowed me to read struck me as sensual, razor-sharp and pure genius. It was frighteningly angry, but also vulnerably deep. If she wrote the story you're reading now it would've been a work of art...
When I was a senior in high school I was madly in love with the head cheerleader, and for a while it seemed she loved me. I thought we were the perfect couple and knew we were destined to be together for the rest of our lives. During the entire school year you couldn't put a sheet of paper between us, we were that close. Then one night in May I happened to d...