It happened 10 years ago on a trip to Italy. Dante was so excited about showing me where he grew up as a child that each night he took me somewhere different. At first it was only places he used to play with friends or hung out as a kid. Later on he took me to the place where he had his first kiss. He smiled and kissed me while we were there, telling me. "...
SHRINK WRAPPED By Marcia R. Hooper A Re-imagining of my 2001 Short Story The Girl Who Came Shrink-Wrapped Adapted from the short story: HE WHO SHRANK by Henry Hasse ONE On the afternoon it began, Kellie was at the mall, shopping with two friends. It was Friday and the three planned to shop until 6 o'clock, grab a pizza at Gino's, and then catch the 7...
"Good to see you back with us," Blevins said as he entered the room. "So do you remember what happened now?" "Oh yes, I remember them saying that it was a message from Davenport. The skinny one, who is no longer with us, said that if I didn't leave Davenport alone, he would have me and my whole family killed. He was very specific." "My God Max, we are goin...
[This is largely a rewrite of the earlier story. My wife -- my fiercest critic -- didn't particularly like the way it developed, so I decided to see if I could make it go in a different direction. For those of you who have already read the earlier story, this version is pretty much identical up to the point where Alice takes over the narration, which is abou...
Chapter 1: The Day of Infamy The alarm clock on the nightstand by the bed read 11:14. It was Monday morning as I sat alone in the hotel room. But, Damn! I was feeling just great! It had taken the entire weekend locked away in this Boise Idaho hotel room to finish the report. A warm feeling of relief washed over me as my mind replayed the past two weeks sp...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault - Redux Due to reader requests and a bad case of writers block, I have revisited this series and have added names and spiced up a few bland spots. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on s...
BOOK 2 A DRINK WITH THE DEACON. 1921 We left the church cemetery in the old T model truck. The top had long since turned from simply leaky to almost non existent, the ride was cold and miserable because of it. That ride and my mood were a perfect match for one another. Bobby pulled the T model into the dirt yard of the home place. The family home was no...
Author's Note: This is my first story. I'm Dutch and therefore I have sometimes trouble to find the correct expression, forgive me, dear reader. I hope you still have fun in reading my story. If I get positive reactions, I will post a follow up story. This story is dealing with a lot of subjects, like cross dressing, bdsm, bi-sexuality (female to female),...
I need to thank my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and reads for me, giving me critical advice. SBrookx103x also reads for me and gives me peer review. My editors are PapaKilo14, Hal, Olddave1951 and GeorgeAnderson. Thank you, gentlemen, I love you all. This story is a repost from another site several years ago. I had to take it down, but now have...
Many thanks to my editor for helping me to be a better writer. ***** Two hundred thousand leaves. A mature maple tree has roughly that many, and in the part of the world where Marla lives, they all end up on the ground in October. She couldn't believe it when she read the number. "I've got over a million leaves in my yard!" she said. There was no one there...