Celestial Reviews Rating: 10,10,10 Top 15 Stories of March, 1996: #7 Top 100 Stories of 1996: #82 for K. "Florida!?" Tandra cried. "Yes, Florida. Sanibel Island, just off Ft. Myers. A friend of my family owns a house down there that we can rent dirt cheap." She looked at me as though I had just proposed marriage. "Patrick, that's a lo...
"You will be the warrior ant," said the general in the green camouflage combat gear. The black beret was sideways on his head. The flaps on the shoulders were highly decorated by blue, yellow, and black decorations. The two young corporals were standing at attention and eyeing the topographic map. The tent shook lightly in the wind. A heavy diesel truck acce...
My handbag fell unceremoniously to the ground. Just a moment later the door slammed shut with a resounding crash, whose dampened echo I could still hear reverberating down the cold, grey corridor for several seconds. Satisfying as it was, my selfish display of anger did little but alarm the cat and inform my husband that dinner wouldn't be fancy tonight. I t...
The trip had been exhausting, and you had both passed out shortly after arriving in the hotel room. Something of a disappointment, but a relief at the same time since you wanted to be at your best for your new lover; between the hassle at the airport, and the plane ride you probably wouldn't have been able to come up with much energy anyway. You awaken ble...
As the first few rays of sunlight pierced through the blinds I began to wake up by myself in one of the guest rooms. It took a few seconds for me to remember where I was but only a moment later to remember what had happened the night before. After years of fantasizing about Beth, we had finally succumbed to our carnal desires. And it wasn't just a momentary...
He hates gigs. Too loud. Too busy. Not cool enough. It's exactly why I told him it had to be here. I wanted him uncomfortable, off guard and edgy, anything less and I wouldn't have his full attention. The place is rammed, with VIP passes we'd skipped the queue and after buying beer in plastic glasses I lead him to the pit. To give him his due he's dressed...
As usual, I was running late. Commuting forty miles to work and laying brick six days a week tends to get a little tiring. So, last Friday night, I was ready to kick back, eat take-out, and relax with a few cold ones over a ball game on TV. It looked like a spring storm was on the way, so I was hustling to get home. Keeping the house after my divorce had set...
They sat together in the car, the conversation desultory, neither one really paying any attention to it, discussing inane things like the weather and if the other enjoyed their job. She was of medium height, about 5'2", obviously of Italian descent, with chocolate-brown eyes and ash-brown hair, the description of a milf if ever there was one: dressed in a li...
Anya was going to kill a dragon. She wasn't sure exactly how one killed a dragon, but she figured she would do whatever it was that all those heroes on television did that made a dragon die. She'd start with a sword, or some TNT, or possibly an M-80. If that didn't work, she'd find a Patriot missile and fly it straight into the damn thing's heart, or at leas...
"I can't believe you were doing that! What in the fuck were you thinking?" I was standing in the front yard screaming at my boyfriend, Rob. We were at a party with his basketball buddies, at the house of one of the guys. We had been out on the patio by the pool having drinks and talking; having a really nice time. Rob had excused himself to use the restroom...