There is a framed, color photograph resting on one of the built-in shelves in the living room of my 5th floor apartment. Everyone who visits me here in downtown Baltimore pauses to pick it up and look. There are nine bare-chested guys in the photo, all in their late teens or early 20s, standing beside each other, outstretched arms over arms, on a bright sun...
AUTOR'S NOTE: Written with apologies to Edmond Dantes, Mercedes, Danglas, Fernand Mondgo, Fernando DeVille, Caderouse, Villefort, and of course to Alex, r.i.p. ***** Eugene Danos was elated. Cadillac had accepted his proposal of marriage. The young Frenchman's highway to paradise was now assured. Together they would travel life's highways for better or wo...
So this is the first mini book in a series I'm calling The Silent Chronicles that follows our main character, whose name you'll find out later, and her quest for survival during a zombie invasion. This first book (chapter) contains no sex so don't expect any. I wanted to build the story first before adding in that bit; maybe Book Two will have it. Feedback a...
Part Twenty-One The rider's face went stark white. "Bite yer tongue!" he gasped. He surged up and vaulted out of the tub, water streaming from his thighs and genitals. "You ain't got a *clue* who's listenin' to ya!" "It's only words!" "Words mean a lot when you speak of things like that, darlin'! If they're spoke at the right time, in the right way--or th...
1. Albert loses his girl. It were all too brief, but a grand time for all that! There were just me, ‘er and the cold, clear pristine air of the far North. Jane were a lovely lass. Her skin were lilly white so when you stood ‘er up outside you couldn’t tell ‘er from t’snow. We lived like nature intended, days trappin’, fishin’ and skinnin’ -- Jane proved a...
'GRANTOWN ON SPEY - 4' announced the faded road sign. Jessamy Beech huffed, exasperated, and peered back down the road. Hamnavoe was making hard work of the fresh snow that had fallen overnight, hobbling along on his makeshift crutch. Her bullet had only grazed him so she didn't know why he was making such a fuss. Bloody wimp. She shifted the weight of her...
Cornwall, in the year 2045. "Don't touch that sweetheart," Jessamy Beech warned her daughter. Phoebe was three years old and at the inquisitive stage where she had to investigate everything. Lupita Mpenzi gently coaxed the slide of Jessamy's dismantled Glock from the toddler's chubby fingers, "Is that mother of yours leaving her guns lying around again? Yo...
"We should go back, my Mom is going to kill me." "Relax, Jason, it's not that late, besides I doubt she's noticed you aren't home yet. It's not like you ever leave your room anyway." Nick had a habit of being wrong when it came to whether Jason was going to get in trouble or not. It was already half an hour past his curfew, and Jason didn't really want to t...
It was getting near the 5 pm closing time at the public library in the sleepy little suburb where I worked. Not much happens at this branch on a Wednesday - no noisy story times for moms and toddlers, no early evening rush by readers looking for paperbacks to consume over the weekend. We catch up on re-shelving books, tracking down online requests, vacuuming...
Note: This is the complete story with all 11 chapters. I have previously posted three excerpts from this book entitled Pleasing the Huntsman, Breakfast Served, and Something Desired. I hope you enjoy getting the broader context of the story and about the stupid hyphenated words - they're not done intentionally by me, but occur when I copy/paste the text over...