1. Introductions I was on the trail early; the heat and inevitable sunburn of midday get unbearable here. I didn't see anyone for several minutes and hoped for a brisk pace, 6.5 miles in two hours, but my parents' dog Nicky would help; she pulls like a locomotive. Nicky is a 4-year-old shorthaired pointer, rail thin with a big chest and ludicrously fast, t...
Hi folks. Those of you who really don't like long stories should probably pass on this one. Remember when we were younger and all of the comicbooks did those double or triple sized Christmas specials? Well that's what this is. My long corny and sometimes whimsical Christmas special. There are times when it will be very serious and other times when it will be...
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...
The Subject 2: Further Research Chapter One Prologue The young scientist, her eyes intently staring into the miasma of numbers flashing across the screen before her, sighed dejectedly. Why wasn't the damnable thing working? She thought, and ran her hands through her dark brown hair. "Rita," she said, not looking up from the computer read-out, "run serie...
Hi folks, This one is partially true and partially fiction. The guy who wrecked his Mustang and went into a depression about it is absolutely true. I met him at this year's dream cruise. Coming to Mustang Alley and seeing all of the ponies was part of his therapy. I did let him know that I'd be taking a lot of liberties with his story. But there were some th...
You were finally moving away from home! Hallelujah! Goodbye small town thinking and boring familiarity. You were off to the big city, you were off to college, you were out on your own for the first time ever. It was time for higher learning and expanding horizons. You simply could not wait. This last year back home had been claustrophobic. You had decided t...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
Chapter Six "Dahlia?" I asked in a shocked voice, while still trying to wrap my mind around the possibility. It wasn't possible, was it? She sniffled, "Yes, master. It's me." I wanted to hug her tight and never let go, I wanted to drop her on the floor, and I wanted to fuck her brains out again. I did none of that, and just stood there frozen for a second...
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits. ****** "Thank you for agreeing to do this interview," the female reporter from Music Insider said, as her delicate fingers set the recording device on the coffee table of Magnus Condon's Montana home. "I'm Sophie Dale, but you can call me Saffi," she said, extending her hand. Noticing while his grip was light, yet it was stro...
Copyright 2017 by RWSTEWARD All rights reserved. Reposting without written permission prohibited. From my point of view any door that's open was an invitation for people to look inside. That's exactly what I did. There were several pianos that appeared well worn, and I carefully sat down in front of one. My fingers moved along the ivory keys, and before I k...