He was late. As usual. Never should have wasted his time getting the phone number of that blond stopped next to him at the red light. He was incorrigible. Mary was right. This group was going to be his last chance. He found it at last. Right across the hall from Overeaters Anonymous. (It had given him quite a start when he peered in that window!) This door...
"Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute." -Mark Twain, "What is Man?" *** "What's wrong with 'The Wolf Man'?" The apartment was quiet. The lights were turned down low. Sean sat on the couch, a respectable distance from Nia, sipping his wine slowly so that he wouldn't lose his head. "There's nothing wrong with it," h...
Martha sat in the car, monitoring the speed of other motorists. She was parked on the side of Interstate 80 East in Hercules, near the exit for Highway 4. It was a warm, humid afternoon in May, and business had been slow so far. Everyone was being a good, safe driver today, and fortunately for her, that meant less headaches and stress. She drank some more...
The bar was in the basement of a hotel in downtown Frankfurt am Main. Jack had started frequenting the place after making the acquaintance of the two bartenders who worked there. One was a dark-haired Slovenian beauty from Ljubljana, and the other was an attractive blonde Serb from Belgrade. He had been in Germany for only a matter of weeks, stationed at Rhe...
Steffi had just recently graduated from grad school and moved from her parents' home in the city to a home that she purchased and renovated herself. She put a lot of hard work into making this home her own little oasis. She wanted to transform the run-down country home into a quaint little retreat where she could focus on her writing and find tranquility and...
I will receive endless condemnation for what I'm about to do, but I don't care. At what point does my life belong to me? My name is Azhaar Tawwab Azzam. I am fifty two years old. I live in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota, and I've lived there for thirty years. Ever since I left the Dagari region of the Somali Republic. I love Minnesota, it's the most beau...
This is dedicated to my dog, Shandy, who died around the same time I had my wisdom teeth out. And of course, my lovely lady, Liv. The events in this are fiction, but the background with my teeth and dog actually happened. RIP Shandy 4/26/02-5/5/12. You'll be in our hearts forever. Hope you like it. I had a hell of a week. My dog died on Saturday and I had m...
Author's Notes: 'A Shepherd Afield' is a continuation of 'A Shepherd in France' which continued the story of 'The Shepherd of Ashburn Court'. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so please read the other stories first. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Chapter 24 Gab...
Dear Shoeblossom: I've always known I was a bad boy. My Mother used to get so mad at me...she'd want me to spend time with my sisters, and help polish the silverware...she'd shake her head because I didn't want to play with paper dolls...I wanted to be like my macho father. Mother had strawberry blonde hair in a bouffant hairdo, and what they used to call...
Saddar City, Iraq May, 2003 I remember the flash of light to the left side of our line, but I never heard a sound. Strange isn't it? How you can remember somethings about an event, but other memories are blacked out. I woke up the first time in a Blackhawk with a medic hovering over me yelling into my ear that I was going to be okay. "Just hang on man....