My name is Martin. Characters and events in this story are fictional. Chapter One I'd spent twelve of my thirty-two years in Miami, Florida. I'd taken a job at an exotic car dealership after completing an Associate's degree in Sales and Marketing. I began as a floor associate, greeting and engaging the high-end walk-in clientele. Then I moved into the serv...
This is chapter 3 in a 7 part series. It will not make sense without reading the previous chapters. Chapter 3 - Entra nel cattivo (Enter the villain) Spring 2017 One evening in the spring, when Debbie arrived home from school, she said, "Rob! Guess what?" "I don't know, what?" Barbara is being pushed out as head of the renaissance history department. Dr...
The summer went by slowly for Andy. Although his recovery was quick and he regained his strength rapidly, it was decided it was best for him to skip summer baseball and wait until spring to play again. He understood the decision, but it didn't mean he liked it. His arguments fell upon deaf ears from all sides concerned, so he dropped it. Serena and Jenny bot...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It was a sort of homecoming for me. Returning to one's alma mater does qualify for the homecoming feel. To add to the excitement was getting back to the labs and departments that one had spent as a student. It was a sweet surprise when the head of Anatomy Department in the prestigious medical college in Bangalore -- my alma mater - called me and asked if I...
I realize that this starts a bit harsher than my other stories in the Romance category. Things calm down quite a bit after the opening vignette. The opening isn't indicative of the overall tone. Thank you for reading. Shards of Crystal Serenaded by the gentle sounds of the woodlands, Amanda sleepily made her way to the kitchen of their luxurious cabin. Pau...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This is a work of pure fiction. However, watching people for over sixty years, I have to say, it could happen. I have spent quite a bit of my life in Rotary, Masonic Lodge and Church listening and watching. It could have already happened, somewhere. * Shortly after lunch at the Rotary Club's Fourth of July Picnic found Timothy Jensen sitting across from...
1) I was just getting ready to leave for Cincinnati. I had to be there that night around 7 pm. I had an appointment. I looked in my little black book for a suitable place to stop for a break on my way there. Ah, there we go: April Summers, now 19, living in Columbus. I quickly scanned her details. Perfect, and there were a couple of backup options for Col...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This story idea came to me from a fan who emailed me a summary of his story that is the basis of "The diaries of Jane." Jane is not the name he used in his recounting, but I was instantly reminded of the song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin and so, the female character instantly became Jane. It's my...