I was driving south out of Darwin when I noticed traffic slowing ahead for a hitchhike who appeared to be waving the traffic on. As I drew level with her I'm sure she blew me a kiss so I pulled my van over down the road and watched a sexy little bird run down the highway. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white Tshirt without a bra as I watched her t...
Bright lights, warm evening, downtown in Indianapolis by myself. Well, sort of by myself. The other two dozen guys were back in the rec center getting ready for the last night of our two weeks trip to the New Mexico where we had hiked the mountains. We had seen all the sites, bought souvenirs, unfortunately I have to admit we shoplifted a couple for exciteme...
Cruising for an editor? A bit of etiquette... Common sense, above all, should be the watch word. You aren't exactly trying to get a job interview as the CEO of Diamler-Chrysler, so the p's and q's aren't life and death important. You are, however, trying to get a stranger with some knowledge on the subject to look at your story and tell you what they think....
Night #1 My name is Zebedeusza S. Kubrokovich. My last name rhymes with “Cute boy who loves dick.” Call me Skowronek, or in English, call me Skylark. I’m part Japanese and part Polack. I’m a PolskaJap so shut your yap! I’m a little chicken who likes sucking Dickens or, maybe I’m tofu and Dear John’s the fool. Am I a minor, or a well-preserved wallet miner?...
I wake up, fearful I may be feeling the effects of my foray into Bahamian concoctions, and walk gingerly to the bathroom. Hmmm, no headache, no stomach ache, no aches whatsoever . . . except, what's this? There is an ache . . . down there . . . I've been dreaming . . . My Islander . . . oh my! That's not just an ache. That's a deep, inner longing. Oh wow. Wh...
The secret to good writing is good editing. Okay, now that that's done we'll go out for some beers and... Oh, you want me to explain that? Well, I guess it might need some elaboration. Hold on, let me get out of my leather jumpsuit and put on my tweed smoking jacket. Where did I put that damn pipe, anyway? Ahh, there we go. Now... If you are reading this ar...
This is the first story I have written. So I just wrote the first part and if I hear from any of you I will continue with the other parts. Please send on your comments and anything you would like to hear about. Most of the characters are people I know because I find it easier to write that way. The story will become more interesting in the next parts I promi...
I gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. I had just passed my test last week and couldn't believe that he was allowing me to drive his car, a brand-new silver-grey Mercedes. It was my reward for passing my driving test, and all of his tests. I didn't know where we were headed. He gave the instructions and I followed them. We had just joined a d...
I suppose the story should start with a little background about my wife and me. We are professional people living on the St Lawrence River in the Thousand Islands area. We are in our mid 50's and a few years ago we downsized our life style (sold the big house and most the stuff in it) so that we could afford a sailboat and spend the summers sailing in and ar...
The fuzziness of her dreams began to wash away as the sunlight filtering in from the partially shuttered blinds began to pound through her eyelids. Angie slowly rolled away from the light and struggled to pull the room into focus as the dew cleared away from her opening eyes. The sights were familiar and comforting. Portraits of her family and friends hung o...