I grabbed one of Rose's white dresses and held it against my body, twisting in front of the mirror. "I could be zombie bride," I offered. I turned to glance where Rose laid on the bed, flipping through a magazine. "Too boring," she replied. I hung the dress back up and continued rifling through our combined closet. "What about Belle?" I asked as I pulled...
Author's note: As the wedding approaches, many threads draw together. Pardon if I miss a couple. The next installment will conclude the story. Chapter 18—Releasing Steam Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Aunt Francine's famous party ended fairly early. I think it was because of the drive home. In any event, Mom went up to Dad, while Aunt Francine, Aunt...
Writer's Note: I first submitted this story using a different name than the title. It is based on actual events. * The first time I laid eyes on Melissa, I was walking down a sidewalk after school with her younger brother, my best friend Doug. The fall day was sunny and warm, I was 16 and happily enjoying a little freedom before meeting my mom at her offi...
= = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 8 - The Party = = = = = = = = = = = = The Masters boys were dressed, but looked a little sheepish. The Johnson sisters were beaming, their faces a little flushed. Must've been a pretty good time on the knife case, I presumed. "So what's the deal?" I wanted to pack up and get out of here. "Well," said Lizzie, the eldest. "...
The Courtship Road, is a little rough I borrowed a plot device in this story from DanielQSteel's A Moment of Clarity, but as he is a better writer than me, I'm sure he won't mind. I read his stuff some years ago, am rereading them now, and find they are as good or better in the re-reading. I recommend his work to you all. Pandybear311 did a fine job editing...
It's odd how you tell one car from another just by sound, but I knew it was Aunt Em when I heard the car pull into the driveway. She's not actually my aunt. She and Mom were college roommates and have been joined-at-the-hip best friends ever since. Her parents stuck her with the name Frances Marie. Everyone calls her Marie except Mom, who calls her Frankie....
Today has been horrible. It's my mom's birthday so I went over to her house to give her the earrings I'd gotten her and to try to have a nice chat. It started out as a nice mother-daughter visit but then she asked the dreaded question. "Dorothy, dear, when are you going to settle down with some nice man and give me some grandchildren? I'm 62 years old and n...
Chapter 1 - Making Love vs. Fucking =================================== Over the years many sanctimonious people have criticized me for my use of the phrase "fucking". OK, so maybe I DO overuse it sometimes but in my defense it's just easier to use then something like "having sex" or other euphemisms. The way I use it I don't see it as a curse word but rat...
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...
A lucky break leads him to the most memorable weekend of his life. NOTE: This story is a continuation of "Interlude with Honi." Tuesday evening for Bob Gordon was much like Monday had been, and so was every other evening that week, up until Friday. All of his days and nights had been pretty much the same since his wife had ended their fifteen year marria...