To Rene, with all my love. The line of texta spreads across the white…a writhing, headless blue snake twisting and turning against the starkness of the blank wall. A noise. The pen drops to the ground, shedding its curling paper skin, the words texta now faded only to ext. Forgotten, it bleeds blue blood into the carpet. Mother. Her voice is loud, a high p...
( wrote for fun, like a lot of my short stories) When I stepped off the bus I could hear it. That soft sound of a saxophone, the low groan from the upright base, that metal on metal of a snare drum. All the rest hide under those three but when I listen I can just hear their ghosts drifting in the magnolia scented breeze. I walked toward the sound of the mu...
Actually, for the past 34 years, since President Nixon declared a wage freeze in 1973, Jack's life and the lives of most of the middle class baby boomers began a downward spiral of misery, misfortune, and poverty. In 2000, Jack turned 60-years-old, his wife died of cancer, and the city broke ground to develop low income and section 8 housing the next street...
A Continuing Relation of the Adventures of Belinda, Lady D’Airing, and her faithful servant Groat Notar bene - although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. You will recall, gentle reader, that in the last part of the...
Tomorrow night is the beginning of the new moon! I suggest you delay your survey. At least for a few days,... seriously sir. "These spirits can be dangerous, particularly the Dominant ones, they can be possessive, jealous and even hurtful and destructive when they feel mistreated, neglected, challenged, or taunted. They can manifest them selves as they wis...
"Well sir, its just you and I,... well at least until 11." "Why? What happens at 11? Do you turn into a pumpkin?" I asked with feigned concern. "Oh no nothing like that. " She laughed. "It's just that the sheriff stops by and picks up a thermos of coffee. So don't get any funny ideas!" She said obviously teasing, as she wagged her finger at me again, smi...
“I don’t know what to say…I’m just overwhelmed,” Sophie finally managed to murmur in response to her host’s question. “I’ve honestly never been to a party like this. Thank you so much for having me.” Oliver beamed. “Don’t be silly. We’re just glad you could come on such short notice. When Gillian told me what a charming young woman she’d met this morning w...
She lay there, sleeping soundly under the mussed denim coverlet. Her long legs tangled in the sheets, hips curving under the thick layer of the blanket, her narrow waist exposed to the cool night air by her rucked up shirt, and pushed down bedclothes. Her arms were long, tapered down to thin, elegant fingers that held the small black and gold pillow hugged t...
Letters between Friends I have a friend I adore. I would do anything for her. I guess you could say Bea is a friend with some benefits. I am a gay woman, Bea is straight and now married. Our friendship was always unconventional and very open to whatever came our way. About six years ago, I started writing about my naughty exploits to Bea because I knew it...
Chapter One Dennis' pale eyes rolled open, the first thing they noticed (as they always did) was that there was not a single ray of daylight anywhere. To begin each new day in utter darkness was always depressing. Damn cot. That didn't help his disposition any, no not all. You'd think someone could manage to bring him an actual bed with an actual mattress....