The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
I have become a grey nomad, you know, one of those guys who have packed up, bought a 4WD and caravan or motorhome and headed off into the wild blue yonder. I had set out from my home in South Australia on the trip of a lifetime, to travel around Australia. If you should come upon a caravan on the road with 'double disco' on the back, that's me, so stop me an...
June 9th, 1947 It was two a.m. and my eyes burned as badly as the cheap whiskey I was pouring down my throat. As fast as they were going down you would have thought I could convince myself that it was the good stuff, but my stomach kept reminding me different. Lou's Last Stop was filled with the usual crowd of sad sacks and lonely hearts. All scrambling to...
PART 1: "The Amazon" *** "Everybody comes to Hollywood. They wanna make it in the neighborhood." Count me amongst "everybody." I grew up with visions of bright lights and brighter stars. Coming here and "making it" had long been a dream of mine. And those dreams would soon be coming true. I was twenty-four when I sold my first script, a young, inexperien...
In the early spring of 1962 I was sixteen. I had been raised most of my life in the country on a lake where swimming was an everyday thing. When we moved to the city I found the thing I missed the most was swimming in the lake. I had tried the city pools but found them too crowded and rowdy for my taste. When you're used to having a whole lake to swim in,...
Until about eight months after my eighteenth birthday I considered myself a pretty normal woman. I hoped that I was a little prettier, kinder, and slimmer than average, and much more athletic, but those aren't for me to judge. I was fairly comfortable in my own skin and had normal social interactions both with other females and males about my age. There was...
Copywrite©2010 Mendon Fishers I was suddenly awake, and covered in a cold sweat. I guess I had "The Nightmare" again but couldn't remember it. I guess talking to the "doc" had helped. I knew I couldn't go back to sleep yet. The nightmare would only return. I looked over at the alarm clock. It was 4:30 am. Almost time to get up anyway, so I might as well g...
(My thanks go to Linda62953. She did a great job of finding my mistakes and pointed out the errors in the story line that I missed.) The sun had just started to peak over the top of the mountains, the weight or rather the warmth on my lap a telling sign. Victoria was curled into my lap with a blanket covering both of us. She moved to get a little closer;...
His feet pounded the sidewalk in a rhythmic almost frantic staccato. He had been pursuing her fading scent for what seemed like hours and he knew that soon the breakneck pace he had set would slow him, even the undead would eventually falter. He shot past the corner of an alleyway and there her scent hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. The smell of her...
Putting the note and the petals in the top drawer of my desk, I opened my laptop and Skyped my roommate. We talked for almost an hour before I started feeling too tired to continue. A hot shower and fresh knickers later I slipped into a restless sleep. The next day followed almost the same routine as the day before, except that I didn't smoke nearly as muc...