Synne had often wondered what it would be like to meet one of the charming (if simple) people from the last century. The only remnants of that old group were in hospices, hooked up to virtual reality where they could their final days however they chose. Seemed almost preferable to her, contemplating the dreary landscape of Heath Colony outside her window. T...
I'd like to tell you a story about a certain evening in mid-January a few years ago. I was a senior in high school and at the time a freestyle swimmer on our swim team. Where I'm from, swimming season occurs from October to March and it's always cold. I had just turned eighteen 4 months before and I guess you could say that the world was my oyster. I was str...
These are the final chapters and epilogue to "My Long Affair": Chapter XII Friday morning finally arrived, and it was a warm, sunny, glorious summer day. I had postponed my big plans for David and me until today. David's wife was still away in Tokyo (until Tuesday morning) and, although he had been living with me for the past six days, David had agreed to...
Amanda and Adam returned to Selby Bluff in mid-July for the cotton harvesting. That entailed very early starts at daybreak, long days and late finishes at dark; a work pattern that neither were at all used to. The crop was satisfactory in overall volume, but the yield per acre was low, the lowest it had ever been. Most plantation owners attributed this to th...
This is a work of fiction and does not represent any person, living or dead. This work is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author. Just prior to receiving my discharge from the Marine Corps, the Navy dentist told me that I should hang around and let him remove my wisdom teeth. Of course I ignored his advi...
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...
Howdy, folks. How are you doing? My name is Patrick John Hadelson. I am a six-foot-two, good-looking ( and I do say so) black man in his early twenties. I'm an Aquarius, and I am also a registered democrat. Oh, and I'm bisexual. Myra, my dear lady knows about it and she's cool, as long as I'm faithful to her. Which I am. She's the love of my life. I live in...
This is one of a series of 5 chapters that recounts the experiences of David and Catherine and their interaction with acquaintances, Joshua and Sukhi. * The Photographs: Joshua Rupina decided that the last Wednesday of January, was not shaping up to be any better than any other days of that week. In fact it was a hell of a way to kick off the year. The C...
***This wasn't part of the original tale. I wrote it and added it because it was a little fun to write, trying to imagine the little scenes. Besides, I realized that Abi was going to need somebody to do the wrenching on that thing. 0_o *** ------------------------- Ouna walked into the galley and Pob set the breakfast she'd made before her. Ouna said th...
The warriors monitor the Furies on their large television screen. Greg Standish a forty year old male with a college degree spent most of his time in and out of prison for robbery to support his drug habit. He had a wife and family at home, but the weekends he spent with his friends, he met while serving time in prison. Frank Harding a thirty four year ol...