September 2021 Monday Sept. 13th Pretty scary stuff happening at the moment, at least down in London. Riots reported around Westminster and police turned out with tear gas and water cannons. The Home Secretary - a woman called Florence Daniels — has called an emergency meeting of COBRA - the Government's security committee — and everyone is expecting a h...
Through the glass, the steel ribbons of the other track gradually stopped rushing by in a shiny blur and started to come into focus as Amtrak 871 slowed for the next station stop. The blurred yellows, oranges, golds and dull grays of the autumn countryside slowly morphed from a vivid abstract into a real-life of almost-barren, gray oaks and ashes desperately...
Chapter One - Spring The phone rang, jolting me out of my sleep. I looked blearily at the alarm clock. It was 8:19 on a Saturday morning. Who the hell could be calling me? I cleared my throat and picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Steve. It's Jessica." Jessica. Just hearing her voice brought back vivid memories. I walked over to the coffeemaker, thankful that...
Ok due to the fact that earlier on in my writing of this story, I was told that people were left in the dark and quite unhappy about it, I decided to take some questions asked that had been either not answered or were hard concepts to follow. Also, I admit that I have been mostly going with the plotline in my head, and that once all the chapters have been po...
"Texas Toast? Alicia, calm down, tell me what's going on." Alicia was explaining to me how she almost got kicked out of her recovery program that day. Apparently she refused to eat something called "Texas Toast" that I had never heard of, but she described it as frozen white bread dripping with saturated fat. It sounded like garlic bread to me, all buttery...
"Well, is she pretty?" The little voice in my head asked. "Crap, she's sitting right there in front of me." I replied arguing with myself. I hated admitting to myself that this would be so much easier if she was. Jenny isn't exactly going to make the cover of Vogue, but there's that innocent aura about her. The kind that makes you want to scoop her up and...
Hey—I am not a saint, but if a woman had sex with me, I would keep my mouth shut for many reasons: from pragmatic and selfish such as not to tarnish my reputation and not to spread rumors about myself, or because if I talk I would possibly get divorced, or because if I talk she would not continue to have sex with me; to religious reasons such that a person s...
Ralph Henderson's finger trembled shyly at the doorbell button before he summoned the courage to punch it. He was about to meet his future in-laws. There was the sound of padded feet approaching the door. The door opened to display a well-preserved woman in her middle forties, clad informally in a flimsy nightgown. "You must be Ralph," she whispered in a...
The van drove down the overgrown path. It came to a stop as the brakes squeaked, the van sat at the old gate. It was open and rusted. The old stone wall that surrounded the front of the old house was crumbling and had vines overtaking parts of it. The van began moving forward again as it followed the old driveway that was now cracked and in disrepair. The...
I am a clinical psychologist, ten years out of college and practicing in a large west coast city. Your normal, everyday shrink deals with relatively healthy subjects who need counseling. The 'clinical' mind doctor like myself takes on the more difficult psyches, those with paranoia, schizophrenia, other such psychoses and mental illnesses. I have also adde...