They say that some people see the trees, and other people see the forest. It's a metaphor for how you see life -- some people are detail-oriented and others like to look at the bigger picture. Me? I see neither the forest nor the trees. I see... the wood. Every knothole, every line becomes something in my eyes: this one an armoire, this one a dressing table...
The mood was festive as our team of four sat in the Applebee's close to the airport and drank to the closing of the deal. I stared at Karen with a smirk, wondering if she knew what I was so happy about. In one late-night strategy session, we sat around wondering how we'd go about acquiring the Reynolds' small company. George Alistair Reynolds had proven a h...
The continuation of Alexander and Kate has been difficult for me to write, with some personal things in my life tearing me from writing for too long. In truth, this chapter sat unfinished for a bit over a year until I was able to bring myself back here. It was a bit awkward to try to pick it up again and complete it without scrapping everything I had. I shal...
This is a true story that happened to us while we had our vacation in Greece back on October 2009 I kissed Mayo, I told her how good and how unforgettable this day was to be for me. "Javier, the day is not over yet, remember, we have to be at the beach at 4:00PM, remember what I said, everything goes and I am going to fuck not to get fucked" she told me...
Every day made her more dissatisfied with her dull housewife life. Every morning saw her wake up, not at all eager, not curious about the events this day might bring her, because she knew already. Ah yes, there were some variations. Not every day started with her husband mounting her to take advantage of his morning erection; sometimes she managed to get u...
The Gold Lounge was about half-full. It was a Thursday night, the first night of the convention that brought her to Vegas. Her co-worker, who was also a good friend, had taken a taxi to the Barry Manilow show, and Joy had opted out. On account of her being Manilow-Intolerant, although she had simply feigned a deep desire to relax and explore their hotel. One...
The Angel and Me The stifling heat had finally broken, and a storm was descending on New York City. I shook the water from my hat, dropped it on the table, and looked around. It was the usual, sad, 3 a.m. Friday fraternity. "Hey, Joe! Daniels with a twist of lemon." I reserved bourbon for the bad weeks. Three paternity investigations, a pyramid scam, and a...
Author's Note: All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. ----- The look on her stepfather's face when Zach came to pick her up would have made the whole night worth it, even if the rest of it hadn't gone as well as it did. Lindsey wasn't quite ready, and he was early—something she hadn't planned for at all. The doorbell rang just as she was tuc...
Sandra Taylor was stood outside her parents' house in the pouring rain, wondering what to do. When she had left school that day there were a few puffy white clouds lazily floating around the sky. However, as she had neared the end of her long walk home, the heavens had opened up and released a torrent of rain. But the rain wasn't her only problem; Sandra ha...
“This is the last straw. I’ve known you for 300 years and all I know about you is that you think ‘friend good’ and ‘fire bad’. There has to be more to life than this. You don’t communicate.” Frankenstein, as usual, was at a loss as to what to do when his lovely bride was in such a mood. He simply didn’t have the words to explain. And besides, she knew all t...