To fully understand what is happening here, I suggest you first read "Houston Ch. 01: The Problem." Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper....
Five years. That’s how long it has been since your world ended. That’s how long it has been since your lovely and vibrant wife, Lisa, died. A not-insignificant part of you died when Lisa did. Married for ten years, it’s not an exaggeration to say that they were the happiest years of your life. You hadn’t known what you were missing before meeting her. She to...
Please read my elevator story first before commencing, to understand people, places and descriptions. My sincere apologies if this is a somewhat tedious task, but it will help a little. * The following Tuesday morning, 7.30 am. Oh how I dreaded that alarm clock in the morning, the constant buzzing whizzed through my ears and Marcus, my boyfriend, barely m...
To fully understand what is happening here, I suggest you first read "Houston Ch. 01: The Problem" and "Houston Ch. 02: The Intervention." Oscar and the events surrounding the death of First Lady Elizabeth Skaggs were written about in "Revenge in Advance - Mona." Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. F...
25 April 2012, 14:24 Headquarters Building, Fantastic Four Living Quarters Well halleluiah. I just finished work on a new project. A little early. It does not happen often, but it does happen. Sue is out. Johnnie is out. Ben is out. Does anybody else have anything to do around here? Cripes, just because I have four PhDs, you would think that the government...
June 17, 2005 The cab pulled up at the entrance to our first floor condo. Disappointment was etched into my tired body. I got out and dragging my single roller suitcase behind, I started to my front door. I had my mental list of excuses, rationalizations and justifications all prepared for my loving hubby. I'd bang him for the next six weeks, every night. H...
Hastings sat at his desk contemplating his next victim. He had already taken care of the major competition. "Let's see," He thought. Who shall I do next?" Then his eye caught a name on the list. Angelscuck. He was not one of the top five, in fact he was a relative newcomer but he had been rising fast on the list. "Sometimes these newbies get lucky," Hast...
Ringing. There was incessant ringing, but Jim was too weary, physically and mentally, to answer the door. "Come in," he yelled. More intensely the second time: "Come in!" Jim could not have been more surprised to see Angela, nor less surprised. Nothing made sense anymore. Not since she walked out. He never saw it coming until, well, until she announced one...
Hi, the name's Gough... Wank Gough! Not as in 'van go', which does sound a bit wanky come to think of it, but as in 'wank off'. I like to think it has resonances of wanking as an art form like how my name-sake Vinny's painting 'Starry night' immortalises my purple nozzled yoghurt spinner cumming like a fountain! What I'm trying to get across is the majest...
I caught them. I caught them making love in the basement and when I did, I got inside my car and murdered my daughter's cat. Now, I am in my bedroom staring down at my French pedicure, and wondering if I should make tea. There is a woman across the room in the mirror above the makeup drawer. She is my reflection. She is saying something. She is saying that I...