Abraham James Green is the name and I am the hero of this tale. In fact, I totally approve this message. At the time this story took place, I was a student at Milford Hawkins College, a small private school located near the town of Kati, Texas. I was just a tall, good-looking young black man beginning his college career quite enthusiastically at what appeare...
The big day finally arrived, and everyone in the company was just as anxious as I was; perhaps even more. This was the day, after all, when Lauren would expose herself in public for the last time. Everyone expected something spectacular, and despite my love for the bitch, I didn't want to let everyone else down. It was in that context, that I decided that...
See "In the Beginning" for the first part. Now, a bit of background may be appropriate here. Before we ever met Trish and Claire, George and I had occasionally been in the situation where one of us had a girlfriend in the back of our car and the other was in the front with another. (Our car was a big old Hillman Minx, with a bench front seat and a steering-...
My name is Jamal James Wilkins. I am a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. Right now, it's late December and I'm finally on vacation from Northeastern University. I'm a Criminal Justice major and I've finally earned my B.A. I feel like celebrating. It's a good feeling when you accomplish what you set out to do, you know? I went to the downtown...
Author's Note: I love Country Music. I know for many you are hanging your head and saying 'why Red... why?' I really like George Straight's song She Let Herself Go and I started a series with that title, but the woman in that story is different from this character. The character in She Let Herself Go is just as special to me, but as I looked back and reflect...
1. When I try to make these memories come to the surface, it's as if I'm looking at a picture only half developed. Even the feelings are lost, fragmented, blurry around the edges. Nothing is sharp any more. Nothing has tangibility. Solidarity. Even faces sometimes elude me, drifting in and out of my consciousness like visions from dreams, occasionally defi...
I was bored as hell. My friends if you can call them that were all busy. I had recently broke up and so I couldn't go and pass on the time with her. Ugh! What to do? I suddenly had an inspiration. I proceeded towards the park. At least I could check out some hot babes. And usually the park always provided entertainment. I sat down on a bench at a busy spot....
FOR Linda AND FOR Mikey WITH MY LOVE AND GRATITUDE I have always felt both the sincerest gratitude and the profoundest regret at having known and loved you both, gratitude for the love that you both called forth from my heart and regret for the way it all turned out for each of us. In the one case I have thought that I had taken life, and in the other I...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * I had a feeling that something was different with my wife Caroline. Not much, but enough for a man who had known her for twelve years and been married for ten. Caroline and I, Lars Ekman has an average Scandinavian family with two children, seven years old boy and a five years old girl. We live in our own h...
I had seen him at the coffee shop for weeks now. We had gotten to that friendly-smile-and-nod stage when we passed each other at the counter. He was interesting looking -- much taller than my 5-foot height, honey-brown hair, beard and mustache well trimmed and neat, and eyes that could change color like the North Sea. Which was apropos, since he ordered his...