The walk to the cafe was brisk. A nice wake-up after a very restful sleep. I have some great memories of this coffee shop, this very booth as a matter of fact. It was the site of my first date with my wife. In college it was the hangout. Looking around, I see it hasn't changed at all. The same worn out jukebox in the corner, playing the same worn out songs....
Scene 1: Interior, Day. Olim meminisse juvabit. The Latin tag swam lazily to the surface from the depth of his subconscious. One day we will look back and rejoice. He chuckled at the irony of that particular piece of Ovid coming to mind at this time. He was more used to quoting the 'dirty bits'. The doubtful benefits of a classical education. Reaching for t...
This short story is for Gene.. who was my number one fan in the beginning.. Gene watched the young woman putting groceries in her car.. she was beautiful. Long, blonde hair that hung in soft waves to her smooth, tan shoulders. She was about five foot, six inches tall, he guessed. Her body moved like he imagined a dancer's would, as she scooped up the bags o...
Author's Note: This is a collaborative effort between my two best friends and me. This story hasn't happened yet... It was a Saturday night, and the guys had begged me to go out with them. We had been out every Saturday night in the past two months and it was the same old thing over and over: I'd meet a girl; she'd tease me all night long into thinking that...
So this is my first non-celeb story, it features my beautiful business teacher whose name has been changed and his wife, depending on reaction, a sequel may come but don't be waiting for one. Hope you enjoy and for anyone who wants to this to their business teacher, I salute you. ***** There I sat at the bar. Waiting. So many thoughts running through my he...
By 7:00 pm I was finished showering, and quickly took to the task of getting decked out for the evening. Sliding the black slacks over my boxer briefs, I reached up and retrieved the white button up shirt from the hanger. Once dressed, I finished combing my hair and put on a small amount of cologne, declaring myself ready for whatever Samantha and Kelly coul...
The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins' desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. "Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please," Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. "Sit right here," the receptionist said, "and Nurse Ha...
My name is Alexander Folkman. Just a tall, good-looking young black man living in Massachusetts. I am currently a student at the Milton Institute of Technology, a small private four-year college. Milton Tech is a school with only about forty eight hundred students. Men and women from various cities around Massachusetts. I like the school just fine. I'm one o...
A Full Moon Ball A Masquerade Affair Beginning at 8pm Guests will not be admitted After moonrise Oct. 19th The Tower of Darkness The Lycanthrope Society Sebastian read and reread the invitation in his hands. He couldn't believe he'd been invited to one of the Lycanthrope Society affairs. They were an exclusive society of women who threw exclusive soirees...
Oh, THAT was the problem: I'd drawn her with six toes. See: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... oh. OH! She *had* 6 toes! ****** I'm just retired. Technical guy. Married for decades. Never artistic in the slightest. So how better to kick off retirement than doing all of those things I've never been able to do - like, for instance, sketching. Or drawing. Or... combining retir...