Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty Chapter V: Intersections The Little Kettle inn smelled bad. If rancid meat, dung, sweat and the body odor could have been combined, the result probably would have been a color. Tessarie liked colors, even if her family never understood them as she did. It was a pure form of expression, like dance, that you didn't need to be...
William was a good lad who had had the most unfortunate childhood. He was the first child of an unmarried 18-year-old mother whose partner had deserted her soon after he was born and she found herself almost destitute. After struggling for a few years with the help of relatives she had eventually had to give up William and at the age of 12 he was put into a...
Pete had never cared much about darts; he'd always thought of the game as an excuse to fuck around in bars. Not anymore. A lump rose in his throat as he sized up the board and twirled a slug in thumb and finger, testing its weight. He swallowed, took a deep breath, closed his eyes. Tried to relax. Focus on the board. Don't think about the money. He put...
I could hear the click of the keys on Carly's computer in the next room. It was Monday and she was finishing up the payroll. I was at my desk signing the checks, paying for the booze I sold in my bar, and paying for a bunch of other things that make it more profitable to work for someone else. I called my place 'Casablanca' and sometimes I even thought of my...
She was a classmate of my roommate Ryan. Some sort of agricultural major, wanting to turn the small family ranch into a lucrative career in politics and the legal profession. She was cute, and I told my roommate as much. Said he should dump the witch he was with and bag Darcy. His girlfriend always belittled him, was pale, frail and a bitch. Hated being outd...
Greetings, and welcome to my story. "Two Broken Roads" is presented in five chapters that are all interconnected. Readers are welcome to enjoy the story any way they want, but it will make more sense if read in order. Other than some steamy conversations, there's not much sex until the end. And fair warning for those readers who are offended by any religiou...
This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters. If I don't hear from you, I don't know if I should continue my story. Also, your vote tells me how I'm doing. Enjoy, Dani...
My wife Sarah and I met in our twenties and got married quite young. I couldn't believe my luck when we first started dating. I've always considered myself an average looking guy, and definitely felt that I was punching above my weight with Sarah. Sarah has that kind of 'girl next door' appeal to her. Sexy without being slutty, cute, short and slim despite h...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper *** "Fuck!" Dean swore and threw the bunched up drawing sheet angrily across the room. "Wow, wow! Someone is in a bad mood." Josh Broody, Dean's eldest brother drawled from the doorway, looking at the number of bunched up drawing paper scattered across the room. "What crawled up you...
Note: This is a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #1, is called "Sarah." Thank you in advance for checking this out,...