"Somebody needs to know the time glad that I'm here, Watching the skirts you start to flirt, now you're in gear, Go to a show you hope she goes, I've got nothing to say but it's O.K., Good morning good morning, good morning good morning." "So? Are we ready to tackle Dinosaur National Monument this morning?" "If you really want to go there, yes. But, to be...
(Author's note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.) The news came as a great shock to the friendly and respectable folk of Finchley, a predominately residential suburb in the district of Barnet in north London. For some months now, a very ugly spectacle was taking place in the vicinity of Church End, often k...
Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue, and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you, shelter from the storm" Bob Dylan ~~~~~~ Hi, my name is Michael James Henson, Mike to my friends. I'm six feet, three inches tall and weigh two hundred and t...
(Author's Note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.) * The events leading up to the attempted rescue of Edmund Kent and his fellow flashers seemed to occur as if within one single frame of time that rushed by in a dreamy kaleidoscopic montage of faces and landscapes, none of which seemed part of normal time...
This story is dedicated to the one that got away. If you're looking for a quick fix this won't be one for you; this story is a slow burn, I wanted to give the characters time to develop. Its length requires that I put it in the novella category but the theme would fall under romance, or at least my idea of it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have e...
Here is another long one for you to enjoy. A few things to say before we plunge into the story. I wanted to explore and try a few different ideas, styles, and elements. I hope they don't throw you for a loop. They were done for fun and try to stretch the horizon a little. If something bothers you give me a holler. I am always open to suggestions. If I left s...
I would like to thank my wife for all her support and help, and Lady Ver for her thorough editing and insightful comments. Any remaining grammatical and spelling errors are solely my responsibility. This story borrows from history, but takes place in a time and place that never existed. ***** Prologue She woke with the realization that a change was comin...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
Please note that this is a long romance about young love during these trying times. There are a lot of themes in relation to the pandemic woven through it, but honestly very little sex. These longer stories tend to write themselves and sometimes that's the way they end up. Just thought I'd let you know what you were walking into if you choose to read on. Re...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...