Elisha knew what her husband was up to. She knew where he spent his nights, and why he was never home. He was at the inns and bordellos, getting drunk and hanging with loose women and whores leaving his wife at home. Of course she realized she was getting older and her beauty was quickly fading. She would look at herself in the mirror and weep at what she ha...
As she runs her fingers through her slightly damp hair, she adjusts the volume on the radio and begins to sway to the music. Her heart is pounding as the music voices her every feeling;her elations, her pain, and her confusion. Hands trembling she pulls the corkscrew from the drawer and begins to open the chablis that tucks her into a lonely bed every night....
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Chapter 1: Catholic Love "Hey Carlos, can you do me a favor and take a set of car keys to my wife? I can't take any more time off or I'll get fired." Billy had taken off three times in the past month to deliver car keys to his absent-minded wife and couldn't risk asking for yet another early lunch break. His s...
I'd been riding forever it seemed. Ten days on the road, with all the necessary stops, and I was stuck on the dullest road in the dullest state in the U.S.---Oklahoma. If boredom earned me money I'd be a fucking trillionaire by now. Flat and only broken by the occasional oil rig, I rode on working my way to my ultimate goal--my brother's house in New Mexico....
"My, my, my, what's your name?" "Rain" "That's and unusual name." "And you are?" "Amee." Amee was a dark beauty, not in skin tone, but in attitude, dress, and demeanor. She stood about 5'7" and about 130lbs. She was dressed to kill. And even in the dim light I could still make out her features. This is a gift of mine. She had a tight waist line about 28...
This will be the only telling of a love that truly exists and has spanned more than half of two lifetimes. In it, you will find not one word of fiction. The teller sadly understands that few ever find such a love. He is having me recount for him two separate and interwoven stories as a third-person, as they are painful for him in the proof-reading. It is...
[Quick Note: For those of you who don't know how to pronounce Eolande's name—I, at first, didn't—it is pronounced o (as in joe)-land (land, of course)-aey (like in gray).] 1/ In a small village, in the darkest of times, a girl named Calandra reached the age of 18 and became the most sought-after virgin in all of Arcadia. Most of the girls believed that her...
The sun was setting beautifully across Kodiak Island. The clouds rested upon the horizon, the sun seemed to draw them across the water into a pink and orange seduced eternity. Light reflected off the water and stretched toward the shore, illuminating the countless pebbles amongst the sand. Will leaned against a whitened, weather beaten log that rested only...
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. I feel more attuned with the world then. Yet, I have always felt as if there was a piece missing from my life. I had never met my soul mate and I felt as if that person was what was missing in my life. Supposedly there is somebody for everyone. I was starting to believe that was a lie. My friends were into the...
Re-tool your life. Re-tool yourself. Sick of not getting what you should? Sick to fucking hell of all these assholes getting with hot people they really don't deserve? Sick to hell of Liberals and Feminists making impossible to jump through hoops so that only the privileged people get to be happy? Sick of being a goddamned incel? Look we all know that...