"You see Your Honor, I have a very busy schedule, what with matins, vespers, two daily services and four on Sunday. In between I must hear the confessions of our parishioners, hold private blessings, and I must consecrate the water. And when all that is finished I must attend the nuns." "Attend the nuns?" the judge asked leaning forward in his chair...
My Darling Husband, This is the confession I am dying to make. I won't. I will probably show this to one person and then destroy it forever, but that one person won't be you. I don't know if this would hurt you, excite you, or just send you running. I love you deeply. You are the most caring, generous considerate man in the world. You care for me and our...
He confessed to killing my daughter and yet they released him! Some smart public defender got his confession thrown out. Despite the fact he was a known sexual offender and a suspect in the disappearance of other young teenage girls they let him go. I know that my daughter and I didn't get along very well but I loved her very much. She was a free spirit, mu...
After a half hour lost on back roads they were both starving and happy to find the restaurant everyone at the conference had been raving about. Of course, at his point, they both would have probably settled for a cafeteria pizza. "I'm SO glad we finally made it", Ryan said. "I know I'd eat anything. Hopefully they have SOMEthing left on the menu. Jonah said...
"Bless me father for I have sinned." Even those first words from her aroused my inner demons. She sounded so innocent, yet, there was a sound of lust in her voice. Brooke Stevens was her name. She was an eighteen year old senior at St. Marks all girls high school. One of the most beautiful girls in the school. The envy of all the other girls. I often heard...
Chapter 1, Writer's Block Father Charles Dodson, the handsome young pastor of St Joseph's Catholic church, was sitting at the small writing desk in his upstairs bedroom, trying to work on his Sunday sermon, but he just sat quietly staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He picked up a sharpened number two pencil and at the top of the paper wrot...
About a month after our gang returned from Vegas, we wives decided it was time for a drunken confession session. Since we had returned we hadn't discussed the strip club with anyone but our husbands. That was only because they were in the room when it happened. Our spouses had taken the kids on a weekend camping trip so we decided to camp out at one house a...
A short story to distract me for a bit. Nothing new here. Move along if you want ground breaking. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. David Coverdale, Bernie Marsden: "I don't know where I'm goin', but I sure know where I've been." + + + + Marcie, my wife...
My name is Melinda Tran thi Mei-Ling. Although I was a student of literature at the university in my native Vietnam, I have never tried my hand at writing a story. Please be patient with this my first effort at writing. Why am I setting down this chapter of the Mellow Yellow series and not my husband Paul? The reason is that what I am about to tell you is to...
The following is a fantasy. Any resemblance to actual people or events is a coincidence. I strode up to the non-descript door and punched in the key code. As soon as the door opened, music boomed out and I saw the smiling face of my friend Eva sitting behind a folding table. "Xavier! You made it! Love the suit - are you an angel tonight? Or perhaps the dev...