Guys, I've really fucked up again. I've started another thing I can't fucking finish. I finished this a couple weeks ago but I can't write shit. Some more life changing stuff happened to me right after I finished part two so I didn't have the time nor the mood to get on the third part and now I'm in a funk. Anyway, I'm really sorry I can't seem to count past...
Dedicated to Poppy Z. Brite and her “Lost Souls” novel. He sat naked in the old clawed feet bathtub chewing on the Tootsie-row. Chocolate spills down from the corner of his mouth fusing with his stringy black hair plastered to his cheeks. He hears laughter in the living room from the party that has gone on far too long. A phone rings, his two friends that...
The noises came through the walls, muffled at first but entirely discernible; someone next door was having sex. Jake set his book down and listened; hearing her moans of subtle ecstasy, the ruffle of the blankets and... ...Two other voices. They were more raucous than hers, almost comical. Jake had been thoroughly warned that these business conventions w...
Rachel stood in the middle of her living room, large eyes surveyed the furniture in a sweeping arc, taking in the expensive carpet, the beige leather sofa, coffee table with its customary one or two magazines carelessly strewn on the polished ash effect top. Jim's television sat brooding and silent in the far corner, silently observing her return to her hom...
Note: My thanks to the works of John Karefa Smart for new background information pertaining to the authenticity of this work. The American woman who'd just entered the International Conference Centre of the Nile Hotel in Kampala, Uganda, had brought a bevy of ghostly wraiths in with her. Granted not everyone could see them, but the white woman was counting...
Part IV Chapter 25 ____________________________________ Bullitt's Israeli handlers, the 'Kildares,' showed up at the Hyatt a little after four in the morning, and they came to the hide-out room as the bearers of bad news. "Callahan, you really stirred up a shit-storm last night. Not only are Escobar's people out looking for you, the Threlkis mob is too....
Mrs. Smith welcomed Maureen forward with bijou kisses. Maureen's hand dipped into the fishbowl and held up her chosen medallion: No 1. A cheer arose from a table and Mr. Ingram strode forward to claim his raffle prize: Maureen for the rest of the day. Maureen stood tall as Mr. Ingram come forward. She smiled brightly and made long leggy strides to greet him...
My dearest, my soul mate and lover: I am as proud of your professional accomplishments as I have been in mine. Through increased responsibilities at the office you have demonstrated repeatedly that you are an honorable, skilled man who thoughtfully works through each decision and challenge. The promotion you have been offered is a testament to your reliabi...
There once was a young woman who lived in the woods and had lived there all her life. From her budding as a tiny girl, she had opened and blossomed into maturity, living all alone except for her aged grandmother. It was now the early spring of her twenty-first year. She was walking in the woods at sunset when she heard something. A voice. She often walked in...
Copyright © 2008 Sven the Elder Walking home, engrossed in each other, as they had been, the onset of the summer rain shower caught them by surprise. Gentle at first they hadn't bothered to hurry, then the clap of thunder announced a new intensity. Still holding hands had they been younger they might have broken into a run. Given their age they just ended u...