Author's note: Despite being told in the first person, this is entirely a work of fiction. I'd gotten a promotion to a position in another city. A real estate friend of mine found a nice house in the suburbs of the new city. The old house was in a prime location, close to schools, stores, and jobs, so it sold fairly quickly. My wife, Cindy, and I packed up...
It was a huge news story. A story to make them both nervous, but so excited to have broken it, and writing it, she was shaking as he paced around the small office. "Almost done?" he said, waiting to read it over and edit it before it was sent out as breaking news. He was stressed. It would bring them a lot of attention but also a lot of heat. But it was w...
I want to clear up one thing before I began. This is not the beginning of a novel. This is the beginning of a series. The first episode of the BrokenWill Amateurs. The stories in this series won't be to long and hopefully you'll enjoy what you read. With that being said, I will allow the first part of this series to began. *** It was an unusually hot nig...
For a woman to feel and think the way she did wasn't loose morals, she battled with herself. When she was ten, she overheard her mother on a bitter rampage about dirty ladies who double-pierced their ears and carried prophylactics in their purse. At the time she had no idea what a prophylactic was but remembered thinking that having an extra earring sounded...
Hi. You can call me Evelyn. There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this...
Every once in awhile we meet someone that seems to click with no real explanation for it. My neighbor Sofia was like that. I had disturbed her sunbathing with my ratty little riding mower, and it made her cranky. Then that silly wounded bird. We met over healing it, well, mostly it was me healing it. Women have soft spots for little creatures, it seems. G...
I was sitting at home alone; everyone went away for the weekend leaving me all by myself. There was a weekend seminar that the neighbour ladies went to, and the kids were invited to a cottage for weekend to go water-skiing. So I'm sitting here relaxing with a coffee and the Saturday paper, the TV is on to keep me company. There is a commercial on about 'men...
Business had taken me to San Antonio, better known as "Brooke Country". It had, I thought, been the ideal chance to get together with the internet's sexiest woman. I had e-mailed her a few days before letting her know that I would be in town only for the one day, and asking her if she would like to go out to dinner with me before I had to catch my flight bac...
Author's Note: This story is fiction, but it is based loosely on real events in my life. The names have been changed, of course. This story is the way I've chosen to remember those events, even though they didn't really happen in exactly this way. * * * * * According to the signs we passed on I-95, we were passing New Haven. We still had at least two more...
I went to an Eric Clapton/Muddy Waters concert in 1979 (Ticket price $7.50, including tax and no "transaction fee"). My roommate Alan and I got to the "festival seating" venue, where there are no seats on the floor and it's every-man-for-himself, very early--we were the very first people there--to get up real close to the stage and secure our spot front and...