Harlen smiled out his front bedroom window, watching the sunset. The fiery reds and oranges reflected from the high clouds reminding him of Hyandai’s hair. He glanced over his shoulder at her. Hyandai lay sleeping soundly, still tired from her ordeal the night before. What does this night hold for them? Harlen wondered. Will it be a simple night of peace an...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity - Back to The City and Mickey's eviction Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from...
Annie and I were on the way home from another fantastic trip. We've found a tropical paradise, a remote place with crystal clear water and great snorkelling. It's a quiet place and is very relaxing. We've visited twice and are thinking of making it a regular escape from the cold winters of our home city. No – I won't be telling readers where it is. We'd ret...
Emily's birthday came along a few weeks after the engagement party. On the night before while everyone else was asleep, Mitchell stayed up late to decorate the house with a banner and balloons. Knowing that Emily was the first one up in the morning, he propped up a couple of very conspicuous presents and a card for her to discover. Before dashing off to wor...
Part 1 I awoke with a jerk from a bad dream, the details of which fled with the opening of my eyes. There was a warm body in the bed beside me. It belonged to a doll named Isabella Wyona, as did the bed, the room, and the apartment. She was Caribbean, from a place called Cat Island. A fan dancer down at the Diamond Club and a pretty good one. Her deep brow...
"What are we going to do?" Lenny, the guard that hit Carmen asked, "And how did she manage to hide that fucking fork?" "We?" another guard asked, "WE didn't hit her and how she hid the fork isn't going to matter once Xavier finds out what happened." "Don't you think we ought to see if she's alive?" Someone else asked. "What the fuck? Of course she's alive...
============================= The foundation is shaken. Can it be rebuilt? This story is about a man who would rather fight for his marriage, than let it collapse. Who'll fight hard, pulling no punches. There is some domestic violence, and implied very serious violence at the end. It's a story of making amends, reconciliation, and rebuilding. I never unde...
Attention kind reader: The following is a very sad tale of love and loss. While I chose to post this story in the 'Romance' section, be warned, there is very little sexual content to be found within the pages that follow. If it is blistering sex you seek tonight, please feel free to choose one of my other offerings. However, if it is a poignant love stor...
Dress Off: Sasha Sinclair versus Tara Tennyson ============================= 1. The Opening Play ============ Sasha Sinclair looked out at the street in front of her, pedestrians wandering by in the heat of the afternoon summer sun, oblivious to her as she stood in the doorway of the Loaded Parrot. She was only a few feet away now from the footpath. Tha...
Author's note: This is my entry into the 2017 Valentine's Day contest. I came up with the idea from a simple line in the refrain of a song on the radio; the story blooming outward in my mind in both directions. I was motivated to write it in three days because it wouldn't leave me alone until I did. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. ~...