This is my first story so please give me input. * The sun fell below the horizon , the green flash that followed it's setting, encouraged by the sight Dreanne could only smile. A sunset that rare on All Hallow's Eve only gave her more hope that this spell would work. She had spent years preparing for this one night when the planets would align during the...
He didn't return to the bookstore for several days. He was bothered by the ring he had seen on her left hand, but not understood until after their few moments of passion were over. He kept telling himself that she had left him, standing there waiting for her, for a reason and her reason was probably a profoundly good one. He kept telling himself that she h...
It's a very nice autumn morning. I'm looking out the window at the changing leaves in the woods across the street. I was thinking about maybe calling my former girlfriend who used to live here. Several months ago we decided to go our separate ways after nearly three years of being together. Shortly after that was when I met Nancy. Looking out my window on th...
Jannie had a headache. That's why she had told Ramon she wouldn't meet him under the pier after dinner. But he wouldn't take 'no' anyway. She would have to see him even though she was still feeling Charlie on her skin. She could still smell him; something sweet, but not like flowers, more like one of those perfumed candles, the ones they burn just inside the...
The small farm tractor chugged along with loud pops and bangs, trudging on across the dusty path deeper into the cornfield. The familiar green tractor tugged behind it an old wooden trailer; from the looks of it hand made and never maintained nonetheless there was a load of passengers piled onto it. Just under a half dozen of them laid out on dirty wood and...
Its not often that I am completely tongue-tied, especially after over 400 hundred years of talking at all opportunities. This was one of them. I stood there with my mouth open and my brain in a whirl. Here he was, alive, my god more than alive. "He still looked incredible", remarked the part of my brain that never seemed to sleep and always noticed these thi...
The Time Machine Voyage One - Going Greek The Professor was quite mad, of course. I believe he was an archetype rather than a stereotype but ‘what the hell, Archie,’ as Mehitabel was wont to say. I met him in the local supermarket. He was pacing the aisles muttering to himself. Now I’m one of these people who can’t help but look at what other folk are buyi...
When the email popped up, I though it was just another meeting. "HR Review, 4-5pm Tuesday, Room 1038" Great, more meetings, I thought. At least I could head out right after this one, and maybe even leave early. When 3:45 rolled around, I wandered over to building 1. I knew by the naming convention that this room (38) would be in the basement (floor 0) of...
Again the ravings of a lunatic. Fiction. I like this story. It seemed so real when the idea grew in my mind. There is no sex. I have no idea where this should be posted. So I will put in the Loving Wives and get on with it. Copyright by mcwade May 15, 2005. The damnest story you ever heard: OK. Here we go. I am 63 years old. My gut is a bit too large; my w...
The snows came early in 1949 and stayed late so cattle were sold off at a loss as supplementary feed dwindled to sweepings and empty drums littering barn floors. The banks were all too ready to decline to extend overdrafts, knowing the feed shortage would continue into the next season. Rejected by the bank, Roy Holmes told his young wife Kate – a real sweet...