Every last Friday in the month the Walnut Tree restaurant held women's wrestling matches where I regularly attended with some of my drunken buddies. The format was always the same in that there would be 6 bikini matches followed by any woman in the audience being able to challenge any of the wrestlers they'd just seen, to a bout. There was no money involved,...
I remember waking up, my eyes opening slowly and the light from the window hurting my eyes, my hand instinctively rising to block some of the glare. I was laid on the bed with my feet on the floor, my head hurt and I was shirtless for some reason, the shirt from the night before hung on a hangar perched on my wardrobe opposite. I sat up causing dizziness an...
I met my old friend Michael Albertson at a party. He asked me if I had published any of my stories on the web as I had told him the last time we met. When I said yes, he told me that if I wanted to write the story about him and his common-law wife Sarah and publish it on the net I was welcome to see him at his place an evening. I went there and here is his s...
Author's Note: All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 I'm in my final year at a posh boarding school in Sydney. It's pretty cool in an old-world sort of way. As well as the normal business, science and humanities subjects, they inclu...
Saturday We rose for breakfast on Saturday, but there was no smell of food; only percolating coffee. We all converged in the kitchen for cereal and milk, with beverage choices of juice or coffee, or both. Everyone ate their fill, lingering over more coffee. We all went about our morning routines. I heard the maid, from my spot in the basement at the pool t...
NOTES Time: Around 1730 Place: The West Coast of Scotland. Loch Fyne is a sea-loch which eventually leads out to the Irish Sea. Two boats softly crunched onto the stony beach and instantly a dozen men, each armed with a sword and dagger jumped over the gunwale. They splashed ashore and pulled the boats a little further out of the water. Two men remained...
Life is strange. Just when you've got a handle on things, when you can finally see the path ahead - everything you've taken for granted seems to vanish in the pure light of day. Paradigms shift, leaving you breathless and unsure of yourself. Your children grow up and leave to begin a life of their own. An uncle you hardly remember leaves you his prized Bill...
* * * * * Improvisation, Op. 84, #5, Gabriel Faure Performed and recorded by PostScript (c) 2019 Yamaha Keyboard Best if you have good speakers or a headset on your computer. Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (1.5 min/mp3) * * * * * ~~~* XIII. mai 1689, Versailles, l'Comte et 'son' fils *~~~ It was a beautiful spring day, the weather had...
Parent's Night is a routine event at the start of each school year. The evening involved an introduction and overview of the school by the principal. Then, parents visit the classroom to meet their child's teacher. It is billed as an opportunity to discuss educational issues and curriculum plans. However, at the elementary level, it is mostly a chance for th...
Pierre gently laid her onto the bedroll, carefully tearing at her garments to find the wound. He removed her tattered dress, leaving only the petticoats. He chided himself for looking at her breasts. He was attending to her life, not sating his desire! He gently turned her on her side, looking at her lower back. The bullet had gone clean through, and he offe...