Women love to be massaged, and I love to massage women. Being blind, I tend to have an easier time building a rapport with shy customers, so they'll become repeat customers. Sometimes I will get the occasional customer who will ask me out after getting one of my massages. I'll tell her, it is always a woman who asks me out, that I can't date them because the...
Preface: This is a story I've been working on for some time; my re-introduction to writing after some personal things in my life took the craft away from me for a little while. It started with no story, no plot, just the first line, which you'll read if you choose to continue on. The story ran on pretty much balls-to-the-wall from there, and in the meantime...
Chapter One At twenty nine years old Joe and Marcie Streeter were the average couple with aspirations and dreams that so many couples their age had. He was a research executive and Marcie was a staff person in marketing at Fielding and Croft. Joe had sandy hair that he wore a little on the long side and he had a winning smile that he didn't use enough. Marc...
Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: SIEGE OF JARILO The admirals sat around a circular table in the confer...
Unwelcome Philip Johnson Prologue Good and bad things often come into our lives without warning, and that's how it was with Ben Whitehead. A simple impulsive notion to alter his homeward travels just so he could spend a short time dwelling on a place and time from his childhood. All so innocent and understandable. Something that many might consider doing,...
A BLUE CHRISTMAS In July ChloeTzang created an event "In a Sunburned Country" and invited writers to write a story based in Australia timed to coincide with the Melbourne Cup, which is about as important to Aussies as New Year's Eve is to Scots, St Patrick's Day ... etc etc. This is my rather irreverent but affectionate offering in my attempt at narrating...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
Hello, dear reader! It is I, the author. It's been a generous amount of time since the last time I continued working on this currently un-released continuation of Strange Queens, and even longer since the last upload. It's been too long - I've made a ton of efforts to get back in and continue writing, but eventually it petered out. I love this series, as my...
Chapter 1 The planet Bacchus was apparently named after some ancient God of Harvest and Wine. This God was supposed to represent having a good time. As Bron shoved another corpse into the reclamation vat he considered the hellish reality behind the face of the 'party planet'. Bacchus was dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. If it felt good, tasted good...
Kinetic Copyright 2006 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Looking back, I think the first clue about my abilities occurred months before they started manifesting. It was in the first week of January in 2001. I was still sixteen at the time. It was the week my mom died. I've had classmates who've lost family members, through accidents and illnesses, so I've seen bot...