Talking about infantilism in millennial, but still grappling with old age problems. We cannot live like the Old Age, but now, respect is being aborted by circumstances, or rather miscarried by our insincere decision making. This catalyzed by the evolution of media that eases access to the gutter. A conscious mind is under attack from foreign ideologies whic...
She was a grown woman with a grown family. She'd divorced her husband a short time before. The divorce was caused by the usual events that you hear about but hope to never experience yourself. She'd recently relocated, found a new job that was exciting and she was enjoying her new life, except that she was alone nearly every night. She missed a man's presen...
You know who you are. I’m so sorry. I love you. -C Last night was the best of my life. You pulled me out of misery with so few words, doing for me what days of moping could not. I lay just below the surface of the water, the warm fluid brushing against my eyelashes as I choked back tears. Depression had set in so long ago I couldn’t remember what it...
Nanny's house was a small, two bedrooms, wooden framed one near a cotton mill. She and my great-grandfather had worked at the mill. Back in those days, the companies felt it was best to have workers that lived near the mills. They built what was called mill villages, dozens and hundreds of basic houses near their plants. Then they sold them to the workers, t...
1 Another artist dead by suicide... What a way to start an article on an erotica website. And what a way to appeal to your audience. But I'm not trying to appeal to anyone. I'm writing this not because I want to - not particularly! I'm writing this because I'm compelled to, because I have to. It has nothing to do with the songwriter and vocalist, who hung...
Chapter 6 (Ending 1) Jake stopped at a bar on the way home and had a couple of drinks. His anger was barely contained. "I know I could have stopped it he said to himself, but I shouldn't have had to. She should have never done those things. I can't be with her 24/7. Husbands and wives have to know that their partner will do the right thing. It's not my fa...
The other night Bill and I were having dinner and he noticed I was a little down. He asked what was bothering me and I told him we had received a Christmas card from Carol's folks. Carol was my very best friend from childhood and had died from breast cancer two years ago. Thinking about her being gone always depressed me. Bill was very sympathetic listening...
Alice, a recently widowed schoolteacher, has discovered her late husband had a porn collection, which she, to her surprise, finds intriguing. An even greater surprise is that her new found obsession with sex seems to have cured her depression over her husband's death. In this chapter Alice's descent into depravity continues with a lesbian affair with her bes...
Man, when you close your eyes, you can still remember the taste of being rich. You used to be the shit, to have moxie. Simply put, no other man in the 20s had more of a presence in New York high society than you, the one and only John Doe. Your father was born from a poor working-class family, of making it big as a theatre actor. As for your mother, she was....
Not long after his forty-eighth birthday, my husband Joe began to act strangely. He'd been a moody guy as long as I'd known him, occasionally going through short periods of crankiness and lethargy. This was different. Now, he was angry all the time, particularly angry at me, but not for any specific thing that I'd done. As well, he stopped doing the things t...