Chapter Three Diagnosis Jarod made it to Marie's door. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. "Marie! It's me, Jarod. Can I come in?" There was no answer. He listened and thought he heard someone crying. He tried the door and found it unlocked. Cracking it, he definitely heard crying. Jarod went in, closing the door behind him and found Marie d...
My wife, Lynn, and I have been married for three years; last year we decided to start our family. We bought two extra beds and set them up in different rooms, each covered in different sheets. Blue covers for our son to be and pink for our girl; a bit stereotypical but the whole process was exciting. After setting a few baseball bats and stuffed animals up w...
I'd been riding forever it seemed. Ten days on the road, with all the necessary stops, and I was stuck on the dullest road in the dullest state in the U.S.---Oklahoma. If boredom earned me money I'd be a fucking trillionaire by now. Flat and only broken by the occasional oil rig, I rode on working my way to my ultimate goal--my brother's house in New Mexico....
PLEASE DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF PLAGIARIZING THIS STORY. It is one I wrote several years ago and have posted on another site under a different pen name, but I assure you, the author is non-other than myself. Written for James, my brave friend who has spent his entire life in a wheelchair. It is to him I dedicate this story of love and courage. I hope you enjoy...
This chapter represents the continuation of my autobiographical adventures following the death of my wife from cancer in 2003, and which take place following my disastrous attempts with Christine. Some months following her ill-thought out termination of our 'engagement', I began to hit the same dating website in the faint hope of finding a more suitable fem...
Ada sighed, leaned her head back, and kissed the automobile manufacturer James Shaffer deeply on the lips and then turned back and watched Shaffer watching her in the mirror. Shaffer, naked, was sitting on a velvet-upholstered boudoir chair closely facing a wide, full-length mirror. They were in the master bedroom of the Highland Park lakeside mansion of J...
By Likegoodwine© April 2012 Here's another short story for you. There is no cheating in this story. It is just a sad tale of a loving wife having to live with her demons. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Spring of 69 For all living things spring is a time of...
April 28, 2015, The Oaks, Corsicana, Texas: I'm Tam Benford. Age 46. Married to Dolores Benford, who had recently become a temper fit-throwing shrew, as emotional cover-up for an increasing number of gang-bang fantasies being acted out at my expense. I'd finally had enough. About 10 AM, my brunette wife of some 41 years old, 7 of it married to me, appear...
1 The ship tilted to one side. "What the fuck was that?" cried John. A warning light began to flash, and then another—and then six more. Finally the whole ship was shaking with the clanging with the buzz of emergency bells. Julia made a headlong leap for the ladder leading down to the engine room, with John lunging for the pilot's seat. John quickly loo...
This is a true story as related to me by a former roommate of mine in the early 70s. All persons involved were over 18 years of age and the names have been changed so as to not identify or embarrass anyone. When all the details were told to me, I laughed until I cried. Poor Jason! ***** So throughout his college days, Jason Smith tried like hell, but was t...