Life is about choices. Looking back now, I realize that with many of the choices I made, I too often played the victim. Maybe my life would have been different had I chosen a different church in a different town. Maybe I would still be a minister had I not allowed the sin of pride to rule my life. But all of that is in the past. I realize that I am the maste...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an alternate ending to "A Loving Wife Dies" by H2Owader. He is a wonderful writer and the story really inspired me. My ending goes in a very different direction from the end of his original story. I humbly ask his indulgence for my taking up his story in this way. If you hate it, please blame me and not him. This ending will make no...
Sunday morning. A day filled with the routines established twenty years ago and reinforced over one thousand Sundays since. Minor variations accepted, with permission. From the day we were married I discovered the power a woman gets from having a ring on the third finger of her left hand. Maybe not all women, but the one I married behaved as if the ring was...
I had just got married to a Priest. Hold on, LGBTQ and A fans, I'm a guy and she was a woman. A female priest in a major protestant church. It was her first marriage and my second. I never thought I would marry clergy, but Betty was a very special person. I had explored my sexual boundaries after my divorce, and was ready to settle down and focus my life wit...
This is a fairly different story for Loving Wives, taken from a different perspective. There are no sex scenes in this story. It deals with the possible implications of confessing to an affair that had remained secret. I'm guessing that this will not be a high scorer, but take heart: at least it isn't long! Though this story references DeGarde, Louisiana, i...
It all started because Emily had a cold. It was a disappointment in more ways than one. First, having a cold sucked. Nothing tasted right, everything hurt, and overall, she was miserable. Second, she loved going to Youth Group on Sundays. All of her favorite friends were there. Having been home schooled since second grade wasn't conducive to making much of...
I am not a Catholic so please excuse me if there are any errors I have written in this story regarding that church or how it operates. I'll start by saying I'll admit to being on this earth for over sixty years. In my younger years I liked the girls and they seemed to like me, even if I didn't look anywhere near the guy that the girls took second looks at. T...
Holding my son, six years old by my left hand, and my daughter, three and a half by my right, I came to the main road from the city after the walk from the river. Here I could get a taxi to take us the rest of the way home. I met two people who I knew, going in the direction I had come from, wishing each other a good evening. Instead of a taxi, a station wa...
We moved from Utah to the Oregon Coast. We wanted to leave rigid lifestyle behind and discover what might be out there before we were too old. We were both raised in the LDS (Mormon) Church. Being Mormon is truly being a "peculiar people" in the world. Among other items of church dogma it is true that the actively engaged members do not drink alcohol. The...
A Special Edition This is a special holiday edition of Martin. It isn't actually part of the Martin Hastings story line, but uses existing circumstances in the story to present this short story. ***** "Well I think it just lovely Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said admiring Martin's Easter dress that was designed for him by Felix. "It is childish Leanne. It's a l...