The Aussie trio (Lucille posing as an honorary Aussie)on arriving in New York on a short business visit didn't have to go past Melanie Fergus of Eureka! Fashion magazine. Lucille met Mel at a bar, dressed in jeans, heels and top, looking like thousands of other nondescript New Yorker babes in bars and Mel agreed to give Lucille the opportunity to present a...
Another quick flash story for fun. Once again, the plot is contrived and silly, perhaps cartoonish, but as I keep saying this is escapist fun not serious literature. A few comments up front. One, this isn't a BTB story, the wife gets away with it, and the husband never knows, so if you don't like that stay away. It isn't really a cuck story either though...
The world is a messy place, folks. And sometimes I honestly don't know what can be done to fix it. I don't think humanity is meant to do such things. I think it's God's work. That doesn't exclude us from all responsibility. Far from it. I'm just starting to realize that some things may truly be out of our hands. And I'm not liking it one bit. My name is Jas...
Important Notice: On my vacation just now, I found out that I lost some of my fun at writing ever since posting what I created, because I always thought about what would be good for the readers. Something I never did in the years before. I wrote a story just as it came to my mind once again and can tell, that it does far more to relax me than what I did in t...
Everything was going so well under Lucille Lightfoot's direction to turn around the Australian fashion magazine that had become a loss-making publication. The first issue of the restyled and substantially upgraded Fashion Up was underway and the second in the planning stages. A 16-page mock-up of 'the dynamic new look' had gone out to advertising agencie...
Redburn is a small village just outside of London, it's the kind of place that is home to retired folk and people that work in London that make a lot of money live at the weekends. It's also the kind of place where the wives of those people live and do, well not a lot really. You could say they look after their kids but that would in most cases be a lie as w...
My take on the 750-word story. All the standard disclaimers about sex, violence, etc., apply here. All the usual restrictions apply. Copyright 2019 all rights reserved to me. I was in my third year of college when my parents died. They were hit by a semi that had crossed the divider into their lane. It seems the driver was over on hours and drugging to k...
Hello my readers. Most of you won't bother reading this, but it may be important latter. This is just a message telling you that this story will be a bit different that my other ones. This one will be as realistic as possible, so magic and tentacles will be on the bench for the foreseeable future. I wanted to try something less mystic-y and more my style. I...
Monday morning I dressed in one of my most expensive pantsuits. I wanted to look as professional as possible when I dropped the bomb on Dr. Miliano. He wouldn't be surprised, I thought, only that this was happening so soon. After Derek flew back to Boston, I'd spent time on the phone with Isabel, and talked to my Dad. I'd made up my mind that I wouldn't ask...
"Hey, Joe," said Steve, a regular who sat at the same bar stool every day for a couple years, "who's the old guy at the end of the bar?" Joe looked down the bar studying the man in his 60's sipping his drink. "He comes here this day every year to celebrate the death of a friend. He drinks enough to get drunk, pays his tab, and leaves. I don't see him again...