This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either purely imaginary, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales are purely coincidental. *** "A fit of passion has no foresight, and so we often have to rue the day when we gave way to it. Consequently, whe...
Daisy Lighthouse awoke without the aid of any alarm clock. Her interior design defied the term sleep by simply powering down. The more she lived within her Android body the more it's functions amazed her. Having mentally reprogrammed her onboard computer to be more familiar and personal created a deeper sense of reality. As close as it could be. Clara as she...
Andre's apartment was especially quiet around this part of the week, he reflected. It was a Friday, and people were out. People except him, that is. What did he have to do once he was done with work? Maybe he could go out and get drunk, but it would remind him of Chloe. His best bet for good times was staying in, alone and not bothering anyone. Someone had...
The author, during a writing symposium at Rutgers University, meets a 45 year old New Jersey mother of three daughters in a local bar. Over a period of three nights she tells him the story of the time she went to visit her sister in Texas, when she was 27. While there her sister suggests a road trip where they cruise some bars to see if they will get lucky....
Robyn and Vin Duffield often took weekday afternoons off from their jobs to compensate for long hours and, because they rarely coincided, had given up on arranging dates for tennis, golf, swimming, fishing or other sporting pursuits which they'd enjoyed as a couple. Vin liked being home alone on a Wednesday afternoon since he discovered that Mariel Purdy, th...
I was first introduced to Cupid when he showed up on one of my "Be my Valentine" cards. You probably remember those little cards that we so freely handed out to our grade school friends. I gave out plenty and got my fair share. I still have some in an old scrap book my Mom made for me. I was a boy, it was something we did. Why, because, everyone did it. It w...
Author's Note -- I'd written a little more than this and then abandoned the story. But I was playing around with my tablet and drew a few scenes (three) from this story. They are just quick rought sketches, don't expect any masterpieces! I've chosen a sensible stopping point in what I had and made it into a story that might see more chapters later... I put...
It was bright and early the following Saturday morning when Francine walked cheerfully into the kitchen to the sight of two teens and an alien, all with heads down in their cereal bowls. It had been a week since she and Stan had their "Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy" session with Roger in his guise as Dr. Penguin. Stan had been preoccupied with work as u...
Author's Note: Dedicated to all the gorgeous NFL quarterbacks who give us the imagination to dream {THUD} * * * * * "That was the latest hit by Aerosmith from the movie Armageddon, which is still showing in a local theater near you." Bradley Ryan looked over the table and mike to his co-host, Raelyn Ballard. She was still laughing at the joke he had told r...
She didn't expect the outing to be as much fun as it was. As Nadia quietly walked beside Spencer, she found herself smiling. After meeting at the library, the group, which included Anthony, Spencer's best friend and his date, Valentina, and Felix, Janine's pseudo-boyfriend, quickly decided to walk to the local ice cream parlor. There, they sat and enjoyed th...