"Bennie! Hey, Bennie! Can you come here so I can talk to you?" I looked up, Mrs. Jarvis was at the fence between my Mom and Dad's house and the one she and her husband Henry owned. I walked over there, figuring she wanted me to mow her yard, cut brush, carry something. I did odd jobs all over the neighborhood and knew everyone, of course. Being barely eight...
Dear Readers, Thank you for following Tracy and John's story and offering comments, suggestions, and constructive criticisms. I have tried to incorporate your suggestions, while remaining true to my vision of the story. I hope you will find the end of their journey together satisfying. Leto423 We saw each other often over the next week. She invited me for...
Moonlight sifted through the trees, entered through the closed window and settled on her pillow and hair. Her Auburn locks glistened and reflected the moonbeams like a thousand strands of burgundy ribbon. Her complexion shimmered as her olive skin picked up the highlights. She squirmed in her bed as she dreamed of the events of the evening and a subtle Mona...
OK readers you are going to get what you ask for, me Judy. There were a lot of requests for me to write a story. I have to apologize for the comment that I made. (Pull up your big boy pants up) I went back and read all the comments that John received and this is what prompted my comment. He was cussed out called every name in the book, was even threatened. I...
With an apology to Ohio and his wonderful stories. Ohio writes so well that It seems that he is the man in his stories., however, he only writes as people really are. James in " Guilty" is the epitome of what I consider a real predator he preys on drunken housewives and fucks them. This story is about what could happen to him . I feel that rape is wrong. It...
Twenty-six damn steps. I knew exactly how many because I'd climbed them dozens of times over the last several months. However, that day it seemed like there were twenty-six hundred. What on earth could have possessed my sister to buy a house on a hill? Head down, I felt the hard touch of each step resonate throughout my body as I struggled, climbing on leg...
No man who was there will forget Beach Red 1 on Tarawa. Our assault landing came on a beautiful south Pacific morning, November 1943. That day left so many indelible memories. The brilliant tropical sun, the calm azure sea; the deafening noise of battle, the hoarse screams of dying men; the whump of the flamethrower's arc into Japanese pillboxes. And the ste...
Hmmmm...$150 bucks just for writing a story for a contest? What the hell, I ain't bashful and I could use the cash, so why not? "What's so funny?" Debs asked me as I sat there giggling. Debra is my neater than butter on popcorn 58 year old wife, she is a Registered Nurse Practitioner which just means she is a Doctor that is less likely to kill you than th...
This is not a "Sweet & Cuddly" little love story. I believe that it contains a message, but it may be one that you don't appreciate. Please don't read it if you're easily offended. If you choose to read it and find it offensive, please don't whine to me about the nature of the story! I always appreciate your constructive input, and the rare appreciative cont...
"Ok Jim, yeah, see you tomorrow." Kat finally managed to pry herself away from her obsequious neighbor. She rushed over to her jeep, opened the door, thrust her keys into the ignition and sped off before anyone else could stop her. The drive was a familiar one so Kat soon found herself easing into autopilot while she thought about what the thug had said. T...