Ed Mason sat back in Murphy's bar, going over what he knew of this new 'militia' movement. He knew, first off, that they were fighting the Cubans here in Texas, which was bad for business. He ran guns for a few Cuban supply sergaents, men who were just as corrupt as he himself was. He knew that they were most likely cattle ranchers, since the supply of beef...
The Girls All Get Prettier (At Closing Time) Authors note: This story is very loosely based on Mickey Gilley's great song: "The girls all get prettier at closing time ... They all begin to look like movie stars When the change starts taking place It puts a glow on every face Of the falling angels of the back street bars" Thanks to Techsan and Lady Cibelle...
Daisies in JulyJanet FremontAsters in SeptemberFrost before the snows flyViolets in the springtimeDaisies in July I remember the valley from when I was a very little girl. I don't think it's really changed much from then even though it's been, what, almost thirty years. God, it couldn't have really been that long, now could it? Of course I wouldn't expect i...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. Chapter...
Just another story. I have friends that are deeply involved in coonhound competitions, and they gave me advice. If I got it wrong, blame me. ................................................ Ever think about words and their meaning? I do, sometimes. Cliche is one of my favorites. In most dictionaries the standard definition is: "A phrase dulled in meaning...
This story is based on a song that I heard on the radio. It is written and sung by Brandi Carlile. I thought "This would make for an interesting story." I've heard the song a number of times over the last few months so I figure it's time. The name of the song is 'Every Time I Hear That Song'. I suggest that you listen to the song as just entertainment once t...
**This chapter annoyed the hell out of me to write. I rewrote it four times. It looks like just a bunch of vignettes to me, but underneath everything, I get to where I want the reader to be and it lays the ground work for the next chapter which will be really busy and a little fast-paced. If they seem a little fixated, try to remember what each of them have...
Gabriel: I awoke in a hospital room to sunlight dancing on the sleeping form of my angel in the chair by my bed Her long unbound hair shone like a heavenly halo as it caressed her neck and shoulders. Peaceful and innocent in her slumber, Amy's deep contented breathing was a comfort to me knowing that she was safe. My angel, my salivation; how I loved my...
Here I was, fifty years old and in college. Quite a life change. I never intended to end up here, but life has a way of bouncing you around like a pinball when it takes the urge. I had a good job in middle management with a company that had employed me nearly thirty years ago. The economy tanked and dragged us down with it. In eighteen months we had downsi...
26 Skeeter gets a home I drove straight home from the Waffle House. It was too early for dinner, so I loaded the laundry into the minivan. I drove to one of the two self service Laundromats in our little town. When I arrived, I lugged the two cloth bags into the chrome and glass fronted building filled with washers and dryers. As I walked by I notice...