Eighteen fifty seven had not been a good year for Missus Amanda Williams. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her for another woman, but of all people, an actress of twenty something. Whilst losing her husband was hard to take, for a woman rapidly approaching forty, the fact that he opted for a young thing was devastating to her....
This is the first part of a long story hence, its publication in the Novels and Novellas section of Lit. I hope to publish a new part every three weeks or so and I look forward to hearing from anyone that reads it. Eighteen fifty seven had not been a good year for Missus Amanda Williams. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her...
Throughout high school I was a typical jock. I played football and basketball and dated a lot. Mostly though, I was interested in sports and beer. So, although I dated a lot I had never done anything more than some heavy making out in the back seat of my car. Soon after graduation I joined the navy and was sent to San Diego for basic training. It was soon a...
My career as an independent film producer had begun several years ago. Back then during the early 90's I had made commercials for household products. After a few years I was tiring of peddling laundry detergents and body soaps and other junk to maids and other women. I decided to move on and look for a different theme. I also felt that I could find work othe...
"It's perfect! We have to buy it!" Lisa was standing in the kitchen of the cottage. Her husband Mark smiled. The roof beams of the kitchen just skimmed his head. But they both loved the cottage, built in the 1600s and extended many times since, and they loved the small, isolated village on the wild Norfolk coast. House hunting out of London, they had stumb...
It was a flat November morning, a morning when colours run and the mist hung in the jaws of the estuary above the liver-coloured flott. A slatternly wind was ruffling the tussocks of coarse grass that grew along the littoral, doing nothing to shift the grey curtain. The air smelt of salt and older, darker things. Even the normally raucous gulls were muted, t...
Eighteen fifty seven had not been a good year for Missus Amanda Williams. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her for another woman, but of all people, an actress of twenty something. Whilst losing her husband was hard to take, for a woman rapidly approaching forty, the fact that he opted for a young thing was devastating to her....
It was about six in the evening. An hour had passed since I came home from Walmart where I had been working for the past four years. The eight hour shift at cashier passed quickly. A large number of buyers came bye my register. My shower had been adjusted to the lukewarm temperature that I like and lasted some five or six minutes. Standing in front of the b...
Anne Garcia was in love. The nineteen year old, married now for ten months, stood on the wharf with about two hundred other wives waving as their Marine husbands or boyfriends had boarded a big boat at the Norfolk Naval Base, shipping out to Iraq. She could clearly see her older husband, standing on the rail and waving at the crowd, wearing a city fire de...
On Oct. 17, my wife and I went to the annual Navy Ball in Philadelphia. I bought her a very sexy evening gown, and I was required to wear my service dress uniform. Once we got there I sat at a table with the rest of my buddies that I work with. Now I will stop here to give a little background. My wife, at 24, is eight years younger than I. We have been mar...