His hand was poised to knock for the first time when the trailer door opened. Abby stood there smiling at him, her perky breasts pushed against the Grateful Dead T-shirt she wore. "Come on in," Abby said. "Take a load off. I happened to see you getting out of the 'vette." Warren entered the trailer, bending even though it wasn't necessary. His piercing b...
Never forget the music that is the soundtrack of our lives, for if we let the music die, something inside us dies along with it...for Mary... Bill hated this time of year. He kept thinking about how much he hated it as he got himself ready for the dance that evening. It would do him good to get out though. Bill couldn't remember the last time he had been to...
Hitting an immense pothole snapped her back to reality. Becoming lost in fantasy seemed to be a common occurrence these days. Madeline smiled, riding the coattails of a fond memory. She quickly checked herself in the rear-view mirror, fluffed her dark brown curls and thought confidently that her hazel eyes (one of her best features) looked especially bright...
Sarah's POV It's not unusual for a person to look forward to summer- barbecues, parties, no lengthy seminars in overcrowded lecture halls. But for me summer always meant vacation in the Adirondacks and even though I was 18 and it meant being several hours away from anyone I knew, I still looked forward to it just as much. Summer meant fresh mountain air, th...
Author's note: This story is true to the best of my recollection although time and my limited, male perspective have clouded the facts. Working Title: Why Frank sings the blues... While on the road to discovering religion in its various forms I stumbled upon Spiritualism. To an outsider, the de facto séances seem too bizarre for words but to someone comin...
As they walked the paths looking into the cages at the various animals they talked of the extinctions and of the once common animals that are now rare. Both were interested in conservation and talked of the tragedy of what was happening in the world. More embarrassing, they thought, were the extinctions in their own region, the loss of the numbats, bilbys, b...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fun piece that I've been toying with on and off for years. What would happen if the characters in a story got to critique the author's work? And what would their private life be like, when the writer isn't writing? The only way to find out is with another story-within-a-story, as you'll see. This tale won't give you any orgasms, but...
Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I'm just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn't just being thirty. Maybe it's the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain't where I thought I'd be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live...
Part 1, First Night. My friend Olga from the Renaissance Faire owned a house in the mountains and had offered her guest bedroom to my wife and me. Well, actually it was a spare bedroom in her house that she used for storage and crafts, but it had a fold-out couch. It was for whenever we wanted a weekend in the mountains; the only pay she wanted was for me t...
It was a hot summer day, and I was looking forward to spending my Friday night sipping a cocktail on the front lawn. I was a recent college graduate and had started working a few months ago for a publishing agency. Of course, I was the lowest on the totem pole, but it was a job. I had to start somewhere. I didn't really have it all that bad; after all, I was...