Edith Graham, like many college freshmen, needed spending money and the easiest way to make money was to baby sit. She had been doing it since she was thirteen and knew the drill by heart. She put her name down to baby sit for professors who needed baby sitting services. One afternoon the coordinator called her and said she had a job for her that Saturday n...
Your darling sammich maker's late for her pig training, so I look her up in my phone. I don't know what pet name you have for your darling wife, but I have her in my phone as 'Gammon Wallet'. Me: 'WTF?' She has sixty seconds to answer, period. No excuses, no exceptions. And she's signed up to it. It's a respect thing; no matter what the little slag wagon's...
Her We had the kind of passion that could go both ways. It could be tender and caring, or it could be volatile and dark. One minute we would be all lovey-dovey, holding hands, going out on dates, sharing a straw, taking selfies, and the next we would be arguing, calling each other names, or just giving each other the silent treatment. It's been four years...
Jenny -- Chapter 1 It was Thursday night, date night, for Sue and me. We had established this little tradition ever since our children had grown and left the nest. I walked into Bill's Bar N B-Que and scanned the room. Sue was across the room chatting with our neighbors, Joe and Kathy. A burst of laughter drew my attention to a booth over by the wall where...
I watched her from inside the car. She was gorgeous, her bag bouncing as she walked. She noticed me watching her and smiled. The Gods couldn't have crafted a more perfect smile. I won't tell you what she looks like, because everyone has an image of their perfect woman, and this girl is mine. I noticed the smile again as I fastened the handcuffs around her b...
Maula loves to sleep. She loves to remove herself from the pettiness of life and drift away in dreams. Dreams are better because they are never boring like life usually is. She dreams of blood, death, chaos. When she wakes she is always disappointed to find the world still exists. She goes on and hopes she will live to see it pass on. As she stripped off he...
I'm a psychologist by trade, but I'm far from your mainstream therapist, and I'm certainly not a Freudian—although to be fair, in spite of the faults we can find today in a lot of his theories about the psyche, the guy did open the door to self-reflection, and that can't ever be a bad thing. He thankfully paved the way for (and helped mentor, at least for a...
This story was written at the request of a friend who was concerned about possible identification. He swears it is true. All I know is I certainly would have loved to have been the lucky guy invited into this room. * * * * * We finally had some time to ourselves, and just at the right time - the conference was a year away but there was a great deal to be d...
Dear readers: The current work has been reviewed by a few. Most agree it has flaws. It is a second half to the story "When." You know my sick version of a love story. People objected that it was no romance. Further, it was also almost universally agreed that it could only go one of two ways. But this is fiction, right? Thank you Vickie and all the others w...
Thank you so much for the comments so far! I can get stuck into a much bigger re-write than I'd envisaged now. I'll post all the chapters to the novel. If you have any further feedback, I would be very grateful. Diolch yn fawr! ***** Clair stood with his hands deep in the sink of soapy water, staring mindlessly out of the big scullery window at the sunny k...