This part is a little long so 'bear' (pun) with me, the ending is a little darker than I am used to writing, and is something I never have written about, nor personally explored. To the anonymous emailer, and the rest if you want to know, I do own two American Quarter horses, no, I don't have any carnal knowledge of them, sorry, this is all fantasy. To the r...
Prologue The year 2024 marked the beginning of the end, as is the way of life. The economic collapse of France started a domino effect that the EU tried desperately to stop, draining the surrounding countries of their resources; toppling one country after another. Before anyone knew it the whole of Europe was drowning in debt, sickness, and homeless. Banks...
Chapter 1: The village of Trevby Along came the crack of dawn, where sunlight peered through the sky, awakening with the gleam of red like blood across the horizon. Odo, being that he was nineteen years of age was thoroughly accustomed to the ritual of dressing up first thing in the morning, instinctually reaching out blindly for his braies, those baggy un...
The final notes of Pratallix's 12th Concerto for Kalushtra hung in the air, like fine crystal, before the audience broke into thunderous applause. Farrah Farruhz, the celebrated virtuoso, stood up from her instrument and fluttered her white-feathered wings, acknowledging the 15,000 aliens who had gathered into the Galos City Centennial Concert Hall to hear h...
SO FAR: Divorcee Hope Honeybun's interest in young Mr Carson is that Nash writes a little and seems to have a worldly attitude so she commissions him to write a novel based on her colorful and turbulent life, much of which spans the time she has lived in the valley. Nash hears with interest about the development of the valley and about her lusty father and h...
My first thought as I came awake was, "It's a big day today." Linda and I have a flight from DFW to Las Vegas leaving at one o'clock this afternoon. It's a three-hour flight but we will cross two time zones moving west. We will arrive at two PM local time. This is a fun trip. We are to meet Walt and Elizabeth Zimmerman for breakfast tomorrow morning. Walt...
1 Yes. A sunny balcony would be nice, I thought, circling another listing in crimson ink. Or maybe a roof garden. I could plant rosemary, and violets. I could paint. I bit the top of my pen and skimmed down the column to another number that didn't threaten to ruin me. 'Sur la rue Villeray. 3 1/2 chauffé. 1 chambre, style ouvert. Plancher bois franc. Disp...
Fiction with adult themes. All characters are over 18. * A splitting headache greeted me as I awoke. The soft surface I was lying upon seemed to be moving beneath me, rolling from side to side with occasional pitches from front and rear. In my confused state I wondered if the feeling was related to the headache and the vague memory of being drugged. The r...
CHAPTER 7 By the end of May work on reconstruction of the Curtis homestead was underway. Three weeks earlier, Matt had returned from the farm early on Monday afternoon after he was advised by phone the building permit had come through and work would start immediately. He found building contractor Max Mead already seated inside the house rolling a cigarett...
Author's Note: This is my sixth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based on any Co...