The Girl On The Bike Mary Winslow went for a bicycle ride. It had been almost a month since she had transferred to the small city of Londonderry, Maine, but with unpacking and setting up her new apartment and acclimating herself to her new workplace, there had been little time to get to know the town. The weather forecast for Memorial Day weekend was perfe...
"Dammit," Deirdre breathed. "I didn't know places like this existed." "Oh they do, trust me. You still doing alright? These meetups can be kind of...shocking..." "Tell me about it," she said somewhat sarcastically as we passed a booth two men and two women were eating and penetrating each other in both gay and straight variations. We were at the Spring Fo...
It seemed so simple but the Comptesse had other ideas This in entirely a work of fiction Some sound woke Max but the siesta had left him completely disorientated. His unfocussed eyes first detected a blurred figure perhaps ten feet away but when everything finally snapped into focus he realised it was a woman and only then that she was completely naked....
The following is as authentic as anything based on memory can be. At least when my memory is the memory in question. It was originally written in my native language, Danish, in an attempt of mine to get past the experiences it covers and move on with my life. It has been edited for typos, and translated to English, but has since its creation neither been str...
~First Night~ The Woman on the Roof The considerable height above ground, combined with the first harbingers of autumn storms, made this rooftop not a nice place to be. The woman in black pulled her heavy leather coat tighter around her body, shielding herself from coldness, wind and night. She leant forwards again to get a clear view through the telescopi...
~First Night~ The Woman on the Roof The considerable height above ground, combined with the first harbingers of autumn storms, made this rooftop not a nice place to be. The woman in black pulled her heavy leather coat tighter around her body, shielding herself from coldness, wind and night. She leant forwards again to get a clear view through the telescopi...
Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. * I cowered in the corner protecting my face as best I could as the blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they in...
All human activity in India began early in the day for two reasons: one to escape the heat of the midday and two, the sheer volume of things that needed to be done each day. "Both these truths apply to me," thought Claire Baxter, as she stood motionless in the small garden of her rented bungalow practising her yoga, no matter how pressing matters were she...
{Some of my stories are based partially in truth, very few are completely true. I hesitated to even write this one, since I have a good idea what the reaction of some will be. But what the hell. Here is one from far back in my youth, and almost completely true.) Unlike many others when I was young, I grew up on a remote island, a short six mile walk to our...
It all could not have begun more innocuously. I was in the car with my wife, Julia, and her sister, Jane. We were driving home to our apartment by way of Jane's place. All of us were coming from the rehearsal dinner for Jane's wedding. It had been a great evening. Lots of fun, last minute details ironed out, great toasts and good feelings. I really liked Ric...