-- CHAPTER 2: Montauk -- **** *-- SEPTEMBER (10 MONTHS AGO), MONTAUK, NEW YORK --* I grinned, looking down at the giggling infant who was rolling on his back with all four limbs in the air. Jonathan Kwong, Junior (or "JJ" as we all called him) was not quite 11 months old, and not quite able to walk on his own. He certainly kept trying, standing himself up...
Deftly backing the trailer into the spot where the guard said to, I climb down from the tractor, unlatch the fifth wheel, disconnect the air and electrical lines, and lower the landing gear. "Damn," I mutter, looking at the darkening sky, "I hope it doesn't start to rain!" Climbing back in the cab, I pick up the satellite unit I use to communicate with the c...
The dream emerged from the depths of her subconscious like a premonition. Although, Jennifer wouldn't become aware of her intuitions until much later when she reflected upon it with a wicked amusement. The fantasy had been building for months; biological needs bubbling up through her body, the desire for human contact developing into a full-on crisis. Jennif...
-XI- Barely a sennight after Valentine's departure to Scotland and bedlam, Godfrey Godwin sat at his desk with the day's post and a half-empty bottle of whisky. It had been much the same scene since his daughter was taken from his home; him buried in papers and books and drinking, the door locked against his wife. Having experienced Violet's attitude since...
Chapter Six The next morning, Quentin woke to the hiss and vibrations of his phone on the nightstand closer to Lovie. The ringing became increasingly annoying to him, and then the memories from the night before flooded him. He grabbed his phone over her and didn't stop to think that he may have disturbed her sleep, which he did. She groggily moaned and he p...
I wanted to play with the "gottcha" vibe that is so near and dear to the hearts of the Loving Wives set. It seems to me that the jealousy and outrage that stems from the protagonist discovering that the wife is cheating with her boss/co-worker/his brother/best friend/a neighbor/a biker gang/an infantry platoon/the family dog/or all of the above is the cath...
By way of introduction: Like "Marsha and Gary", though still a loving wives tale, this does not follow the traditional 'Loving Wives' formula so stop now if that's your interest. Also for the skimmers and 'nonreaders' don't waste your time, go someplace else. And also, the opening for this story has the same setting as another story I wrote that I pulle...
Note: This is a work of fiction! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 118. A Shot In The Dark The operating room was massive. The walls were...
Another little vignette from Seaborne High School... this isn't autobiographical, but it could be. Maybe. I'm entering it in Lit's Valentine's Day contest; make sure you read all the excellent entries and vote for your favorites. * * * "So, you're looking great!" She was, too; petite, fit, luminous, she looked exactly as she had in high school, sitting on...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." This is in LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. In this case, the story stands well enough on its own, but it is very much a part of the series. I typically don't...