From the living room window, fifty-three-year-old Eve Moore watched a moving van stop in front of the vacant house next door. She grabbed the binoculars and removed her glasses, focusing on the Maine license plate as two burly men climbed out of the van. One stood and lit a cigarette while the other unlatched the gate, walked up to the house and unlocked the...
Part 4 - Carmella, Donna, and my Erector Set ________ I must stop for a moment to make a few very important points in my defense. Please don't misjudge me. I realize that much of the personal fantasy I've been describing—and will continue to describe in future installments—may come across to some as having underpinnings of abuse or disregard toward these...
This story is completely factual. Since it happened over 3 decades ago, some of the details are a little hazy, but the overall "thing" itself is still crystal clear in recollection. November, 1980. I was 22 years old, living in an apartment with a couple buddies in my hometown. I would be moving to Texas in 4 months, but didn't know it at the time. What I...
Mike and Cindy worked together at a rental car company. She was a customer service rep and he was the service agent in charge off washing the cars to be rerented. He had liked her since he first started working there but was kind of shy and didn't really know how to approach her. Sure he had had plenty of other women but Cindy was special for what reasons he...
Rebecca got up the next day ready to set her plan into motion, she did not know how much it would take to get her son to walk the straight and narrow. After her normal morning routine of taking care of the baby, working out and breakfast was done she had to make a couple of calls. She called the nanny service and asked them to not send Christine over anymore...
Matayla stumbled, but quickly regained her steps and led the warrior down the dark, quiet halls. They stepped outside into the brisk night air. The girl was suspended from a gallows on a small ledge. Her arms were stretched above her head, the rope looped around her wrists and tied to the crossbar. The balls of her feet barely touched the cold, sharp rocks b...
This is the true (non-fiction) story of my amazingly exciting 25 year marriage. I hope that the fact that it is a true story told from the heart, might persuade you to forgive some of my flawed and/or less than professional writing skill. I am a perfect example of the declining value of a university education. This is the first of 3 major life experiences...
"There he goes again," Hank noted. The old man held a pair of binoculars to his eyes as he peered through his window from behind the curtain. He checked his watch. "Like clockwork. Every Tuesday and Thursday." Patty shook her head and returned to her knitting. "Such a shame," she said. "Shame?" Hank responded. "These people have no shame. They're like a bu...
Danielle had just graduated from college with a degree in education. She was 23, a virgin, and had decided to take a vacation in the Bahamas before she started her new career. One day when she was out driving around, seeing the countryside, smoke started pouring from under the hood of her rental car. Immediately, she jumped out of the car and ran across the...
I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's...