Alice was bored; really really bored; so bored that even watching a fruit fly crawl across the heavy leaden stain glass window above Father Milliners head had become excitement personified. Every Sunday the whole college was forced to sit through this interminable service when there were a thousand better things for the eighteen to twenty one year old boys a...
At first there was confusion. Those who heard my tale found it strange to juxtapose dreaming and waking, ancient times with modern day. They felt it strange to extract deep, philosophical truths from such a noisome rabble as ducks on a pond. There seemed no place for lyrical prose amidst every day living. What was Malachi's task? Did he come to observe a br...
Shackles hanging from a ceiling beam secure my arms above my head. I have a little bit of slack, just enough to flex my arms or knees if I need it. If you allow it. Naked, but for a blindfold over noise-cancelling headphones, I await your pleasure. We like to play games like this where we both win in the end, but one of us is going to be happier. I can't hea...
The following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the Catholic Church. As this story took place in the ninth century A.D., which means of the Christian era; or Year of our Lord, many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and...
She was waiting on the landing as I came out of the bathroom, a finger to her lips to indicate silence, her other hand on her partially open bedroom door handle. She smiled and raised her eyebrows in a silent question but my flushed cheeks must have given her the answer before I smiled back and nodded. My lips framed a silent "Thank you" but she shook her h...
"I'm getting some weird discharge from my nipples," Kelly said, squirming uncomfortably on the examination table. She hated going to the student health center, but where else was one to go while in college? At least they didn't immediately make her strip and put her feet up in the stirrups. The doctor's manner was kind enough. He looked like a dropout from...
MaryJane Huffman walked out of the arrivals terminal toward the luggage carrel. She saw him right away, Not shabby at all. A real stud. He was maybe 6'2", blond, clean cut, buff. A sign board he held in his hand was printed in a professionally done script she recognized as Copperplate Gothic. It read, "Mrs. M. Huffman." But before she could respond to the si...
I submitted the first part of this under the title of Obsessions. I found there are many other titles like that one, so I changed this to Obsession I. The story continues: ***** After leaving Harvey's house earlier in the morning, I pulled all my shades and curled up on the living room couch, depressed and guilt-ridden. For two hours I all but sucked my t...
It came as a complete surprise to Dan when Shelly told him "I'm not sure what's wrong? I just don't feel the same about us. I feel like you're my best friend but I don't feel like I'm in love with you." Up until that time Dan and Shelly had enjoyed six happy years of marriage. They recently had started discussing having children although they had not yet ta...
Chapter 1 My name is Samantha Sloan but I am usually called Dr Sloan or just Sam. I was born to a middle class family living in Elmhurst, Illinois which is a suburb outside of Chicago. I worked my butt off to earn a medical degree from Harvard Medical School. After my residency requirements were complete, I spent the next few years traveling from city to c...