Lela found the large stone wall covered by vines, lost to history, worn down, weather-beaten. The iron gate surprisingly opened to her touch and swung inward on the long dirt drive lined by willows and oaks, the branches and leaves waving gracefully over it. The adventurer tucked her camera closer to her and moved into the property, left abandoned these pas...
Miles was not a frequent customer of prostitutes. At least, he didn't consider himself to be-he visited them, but not all that often. He lived a few hours from one of the counties of Nevada in which it was legal, so he never found himself on the wrong side of the law. And he didn't consider it an emotional problem either-he only visited when he was between r...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. "Wake up, Eugene!" Eugene 'Pinky' Pinkham opened his eyes and looked around the dark bedroom. The female voice was familiar. A brisk night breeze fluttered and stirred the window curtains against the wall and glass panes. Pinky's eyes adjusted to the dark quickly because the room was bathed in moonlight and laid strange white s...
Not much time had passed before the noise started. Imogene seemed to notice it first, she sat upright at the edge of the divan and listened. When Eliza awoke, the agent had already gotten up and snuck up to a door at the side of the room, where she peeked through a keyhole. For negligence or excitement, she didn't think of closing her dress again, which made...
Author note: Cute winter tale about two lovely ladies on Christmas. I hope you all don't mind a Christmas story in the middle of July - I've been in the mood for carol singing lately (haha!). *** Part One: That's Not An Angel! The church was tiny and made up of old stone, inside it was quiet and held a brightly lit passage. What decorated the small span w...
It was May 5th... I was driving back to Pittsburgh after spending some time in California, and why I took the southern route instead of that dull and boring I-70 through the heartland, I'll never know, but there I was, just moseying along I-40, my hands tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm on the radio... had to keep rollin'... (little poetic license the...
Halloween has never been one of my favorite holidays, but last year it really took a turn for the worst. My fiancé and myself were leaving a party about midnight, when a drunk driver hit us head on. I was in a drug-induced coma for ten days from head injuries. When I woke my thoughts were foggy. Slowly I realized I was in the hospital; the accident flooded...
It was Christmas Eve. Arthur Scrude sipped a glass of egg nog, lightly laced with rum and ruminated as he was wont to do on such occasions. He went through a mental check list. Christmas cards all mailed out, Christmas gifts wrapped and sent. He had given generously to all the Salvation Army Bellringers although generous was a relative term. He had made good...
I was in the Westfield Mall to return a couple shirts that didn't fit me. I knew I should've tried them on, but dress shirts are a massive pain in the ass when you're in a fitting room. All those pins and clips, the cardboard holding the collars and cuffs in place...way too much work. So imagine my surprise when I saw people running or briskly walking out of...
A lot of people wake up and curse their lot in life, thinking it's not easy to be in their shoes. Man, they should get over themselves already. If they're alive to complain, then things can't be that bad. If things were that bad, they wouldn't be around to complain. They'd be dead. Just take it from me, a dead guy. Well, technically I think I am undead. In m...