The distant cloud tops glow pink, orange, and dusky red under the waning moments of a beautiful April sunset. Sunsets are glorious viewed from 35,000 feet. I roll my head back onto the soft, first-class headrest and close my eyes as I replay the meeting in my mind for the 10th time. “Marci, of the seven firms we interviewed, your presentation was, without...
[[I'm putting this story in Romance because that's the feeling I had about the story when I wrote it. There is sex of the nearly vanilla variety in the story. The story isn't about sex. Please let me know how the story left you feeling.]] * Yesterday started out as what passes for normal in my not-so-normal life. I worked a normal ten hour day in my office...
Author's Note: This is my attempt to explain my thoughts about readers and those that comment. Before you even get into it, let me say thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for taking your precious time to read the words that I have put together, hopefully with the goal of overall entertainment. This is not a fiction story, just my opinion, so you'v...
Note from the author: There is not a lot of sex in this one, yet. However if you like this buildup let me know and I will write the next chapter with enough sex to satisfy all your desires. P.S. This is a story I wrote in 1998 and just ran across the other day. Never before published. Be kind LOL, this was a long time ago. ======================= Nights li...
This story is dedicated to Mo, my inspiration and driving force in beginning to write again. It's been quite some time since my last submission, so please, leave feedback, good or bad. *************************** It amazes me that I enjoyed my own death as much as I did. I expected to die of old age, asleep in my bed. However, much to my delight and surpri...
It was starting again. I could feel it. The wall in front of me was plain and grey, the paint cracked and peeling at the edges, stenciled with the accumulative drunken scribbling of the past five years. It was probably filthy. Disgusting. I didn't care. I placed my hand on it, fingers spreading, tendons standing, stretching my skin as I dug my carefully tr...
Charlie Chol scratched his unruly brown hair feeling a little uneasy. Finishing depositing some of the beer he'd consumed against the wall disfigured with graffiti, he shook off the clinging droplets and placed his best friend away and zipped up. It was the other use of his best friend that was the problem. Charlie appeared to be losing interest in females...
Willem was perched atop a crumbling tombstone as he played. The cold air tousled his baby blue hair as his fingers dance over taut strings. The abandoned cemetery was haunted by his dark, delicate violin. Its voice reached out into the dark and drifted across the deserted yard. This was a secret place, a forgotten place, hidden away from the noisy city and...
On the night of the dead, which the locals called Samhain, Port St Jean, grand dame of the southern cities, sweltered and festered in her party finery. Along her winding avenues and crooked alleys the scent of wood smoke and cooking spices was added to the more familiar smells of sweat and decay. Torches and braziers blazed along all the main streets and sto...
"Emperor?" says a distant voice. Emperor Faire barely heard the voice of his assistant Markus. "Hmmm?" was his only reply. "Sir, we are busy with plans for your anniversary celebration, and we are becoming concerned that you are simply sitting on your throne in your own world. Please forgive me for saying these things to you, but you must understand, the...