I collapsed to the ground, exhausted and racked with pain. For three days and three nights, I had been running without pause. On the horizon behind me, a pillar of smoke wafted up into the heavens, letting the world know that the city of Troy had been destroyed. On that fateful night, the armies of Greece had broken through our mighty walls and set the city...
Here's the last part if anyone is still out there. 11 DOTS MERGE. On the third day of the third month, on my birthday, and on the birthdays of my sisters and of all our children, I passed Jerry his third son. I admit I felt a bit silly in the pink sheer nighty, but hey. Jerry was so proud he cooed like a dove. I glanced down toward Pinkie's bed and s...
Ordinary life continued to tick by back in the prince's home country. While Gyllen was busy browsing books in a library some two thousand miles away, a single figure, dressed in a yellow hooded cloak and a frock of white as if to contemplate the uncommonly sunny Platinan afternoon and the marshmallow clouds drifting in the aether, was skipping merrily along...
Running is a Relief. And an escape. Saddled with three kids under the age of eight and a wife with a demanding corporate job, I found myself spiraling downward four years ago. Not only did I have a full-time job of my own, but I also had to shuttle the kids to and from the many after school events and keep up with the housework and grocery shopping. Oh--and...
The Mrs. Kindle encounter with Melvin is based on three pinups drawn by the Pit. The Betty and Samantha encounter with the slave Prospero is based on The Plantation comic written and drawn by the Pit. It is unfinished, ending with the two sisters sneaking back to the barn at night. With the Pit's permission, I incorporated the Plantation and pinups into our...
(Part one) Morning Memory Katie glanced out her classroom window and noticed the ominous clouds darkening the afternoon skies. This 18-year-old high school senior jerked involuntarily when a blaze of lightening streaked to the ground. Big Sky country was what Montana was called and a big sky storm was brewing. When her 12th grade history teacher resumed h...
Years ago I knew this classy, pretty, smart, sweet, outgoing doctor. Everybody loved her. I happened to run into an article about her recently, started spinning a yarn around the memory of her, and this story emerged. Little of it, sadly, is true. I don't have any plans for a sequel, but welcome all suggestions. I can always use a good idea. Next up is a...
One I put together after an idea, but it went a little out of control. As ever, I hope you enjoy the story. If you do, post feedback saying what you enjoyed; if you didn't like it, again, post feedback citing why. Personally, I'm unsure about the premise of a finishing school, but I wanted to manage a contrast between the [apparently] stern Mrs Blythe and...
Part IV Chapter 23 ____________________________________ Patrick/Frank Bullitt made his way from the lot as the loudspeaker barked his name once again: "Pat, report to Mr. Chalmer's office...Pat, report to..." He stopped at the water fountain and took a long slurp before he resumed walking, anything to slow his way there - and several others around the sh...
The furtive figure tiptoeing through the predawn gloom had been named Laura once upon a time, but that time was now long past. How long? Three months, perhaps; surely no more. But Laura was a human's name, after all, and the figure -- which squatted, urinating, among the gnarled roots of an ancient elm -- was no longer human. Her owner was pleased to call h...