CHAPTER 1 The four attractive females in their early thirties and packed into brief bikinis relaxed on deckchairs on the grass a few feet away from the tile surround of the pool at Blue Ocean Apartments. That name was a misnomer because the nearest ocean was several hundred miles away but everyone agreed it was a distinctive name that went with the distinct...
Chapter One: It was late fall when mother announced she was pregnant. For a long time I had wished for a brother or sister to share my childhood with and now it was finally going to happen. Dad and I were extremely happy and did all we could to make things easier for her. Time seemed to pass extraordinarily slowly for me. Dad and I did most of the housewor...
I choked on the dust and the smoke from the small explosion, and tried not to inhale any of it. Looking around the room, I saw Annissina standing on the other side, a maniacal gleam in her eyes. I stood, tried to wipe the grime off my clothes, and searched for some relatively clean air. "Never again!" I vowed. "I thought I was actually going to die that tim...
IN THIS– CROSS-OVER Western arching 120 years, be prepared for a little humor and even satire, sex, romance and obnoxious attitudes. The setting is Clyde, a city of 27,600 servicing a hinterland of small productive farm units on the grassy and water restricted plains and large ranches rising into mountainous slopes. In pioneering days the Jefferson family ar...
Unpacking her possessions and setting up a new room was something Lacy had done many times in her life. Being a trouble shooter for a large corporation, her father moved the family every year or two for as long as she could remember, and at each new town her father bought a broken house. The houses were in as bad a shape as the business he came to the new to...
Joseph Roswell was an ordinary boy. He wasn't a jock, the valedictorian, or the cool kid who had the best parties after the football game. He had wanted to be an astronaut or a millionaire or a famous singer when he was little, but he would never be those things. Life wasn't cruel to him -- just mundane. He knew he wasn't going to be able to woo and screw...
**A reader commented that a holiday story should have redemptive value, in the spirit of the season, and that, perhaps I fail to tap into that delirious, all-consuming happiness that each and every one of us must feel during the long, cold winter months. Of course, it could be that redemption—good or ill—is in the iris of the beholder. --Indeed...
{I hear the footsteps coming now, I am writing this in longhand, going as quickly as I can. It's like a echo, the sounds of shoes on cement in the bleak and barren hallway outside. Nothing in time, the click is off step and then together for a moment, random. Odd that I notice that so completely at a time like this. I wrote down the rest of the story earli...
I would like to thank MidnightFalcon for his large contribution in helping me write this story. ********************** I sat in the park watching the swans cruise around the lake. I often relax here and there is nothing as calming as watching them. They are one of the few wild things that mate for life and somehow I liked that thought. Being attached in t...
Chapter Seven -- Heads or Tales Penelope, Silvia and Bradley arrived at Ellen Wright's house to find the scene of crime team and medical examiner in attendance. They put on the Tyvek over-boots, hair coverings and latex gloves and entered the house being careful to tread only on the matting laid down by the CSI techs. Bob Tanner met them at the door to the...