This story is told in non-linear style, so please tread carefully.... 1. He lies stretched out across the bed, naked from the waist up – a brown-skinned Adonis – his finger beckoning her towards him. She stands there across the room, gazing and admiring every inch of his body – his near perfect, beautiful body – both hands clasping the handle o...
Fresh out of college, with my degree in Mechanical Engineering in my hand, I felt like I had the world by the short hairs. Six months later I was working in the local gas station, pumping gas and fixing cars in the dirty two bay back room. My Dad had grinned at me and shook my hand, happy that I had graduated. Then he told me what he expected me to pay for...
This story is part of a series that includes two other stories: Fight Test and Victims of the Revolution. The characters are not recurrent, and it can be enjoyed without the other stories. -- Homeless. Jobless. Pregnant. In this city, just another way of saying 'dead.' Corporations ruled the day, moving unchecked across a landscape that grew more arid an...
First, there was the woodland trail, and birds singing in every tree. Jillian felt the dirt of the path between her toes, and her father's hand was warm in her own, large and calloused; comfortably, protectively cradling her small fingers. 'Daddy, where is the witch's house? Can we see the gingerbread on it?' 'Honey-sweet, it's just a little ways further o...
For those who either never took, or saw little value in Geography, Australia is in the Southern Hemisphere - the Antipodes - (i.e. is on the opposite side of the globe to; Canada, Europe, USA, etc.) - and so its seasons are the opposite of those in the Northern Hemisphere. Thus, Christmas falls not in winter, but in summer, and it's hot - in the outback of f...
These events actually happened, to me, in London, in the 1970s. This is an abridged version of a much longer account I wrote last year. It is fully copyrighted. At the fall of Saigon, thousands of desperate people swarmed around the last few planes leaving from Saigon Airport. Unforgettable images on TV. Now largely forgotten of course. That was in 1975. N...
My thanks to "Marie-Terese" and" The Troubador" for their assistance, guidance and for the superb job Marie-Terese did with the editing. Thank you seems so weak but it is heart felt. The crinkled wrapping paper rustled as I shifted in the chair, forcing me to drag my eyes from the now silent television screen. Suddenly the reality of what I had just seen hi...
This story takes place before the events of Age of Ultron and has many characters featured in the Marvel Universe. The 5th entry in an ongoing Avengers series, please read the earlier entries to best enjoy this sequel. ***** Present Day Avengers Tower New York A lone Avenger walked casually through the luxurious communal area of the empty complex, her h...
As the plane approached the landing in St. Maartin, I clenched the armrests tightly. I never did like to fly and these little "puddle jumpers" they have for commutes to the smaller islands don't handle turbulence particularly well. That was the price of vacationing in the Caribbean, I told myself. I closed my eyes and remembered why I was here. I had just f...
Author's Note: Due to the response to the first chapter, I've outlined two more to continue this story. I hope you enjoy this work and please leave me a comment if you do. Just as a warning, there's a very brief scene of initial non-consent however it doesn't last. If it's not your cup of tea, please skip it over it. ***** President Tom Radford sat behind...