It actually happened a few years ago, but looking back it doesn’t seem that long. My then girl friend and I were working for a relatively small fund raising company in the Chicago suburbs. I was twenty-two and she was twenty, we had been together for a couple of years and were very happy together, we planned on one day getting married, but at that time we we...
"Would you like to go to Greece?" The question broke Maggie out of her focus on the column of numbers on the computer screen in front of her. "Excuse me?" she asked, puzzled. Dorothy, the president of the Christian charity, had posed the question. "I'm serious," she explained. "I'm organizing a tour of our major contributors to visit Greece this summer. I...
It is a warm summer evening in Staten Island, a young man closing up a comic book shop for the night ponders going for a late night run to shake the doldrums of a slow Tuesday. As the door is locked, a streak of red and black flashes behind the man in the windows. He turns and looks around, seeing nothing. As if by premonition, he looks up. His eyes are gree...
"Halt." Aaric ordered. "Stand fast here and take this chance to rest. I will enter the armoury on my own." The group, along with their captured slaves, had trod through the tomb of Ajunta Pall for an hour and came upon the entrance which led down a flight of stairs to the tomb's armoury. "Will you not need backup, sir?" Sergeant Cormun asked. "No. And wh...
Author's Note: This originally written piece re-creates a story whose title and author I unfortunately cannot remember. To my knowledge, it's no longer available online, as it was part of Mason's Tied and True Tales, a site which unfortunately was taken down before being revived with only some of its original content. I remained true to the plot and Mason's...
Chapter 12: A Welcome Visitor Junie had spent the better part of a day taking down the chains and the pulleys from the basement ceiling and together she and Bob had moved the cross, swing and the other furniture out to the garage and discretely stacked them behind some other furniture Bob was working on. Junie chattered enthusiastically, "It will be so nice...
Author's notes; This story came to me one day while I was staying in a hotel. I was listening to the two Latina house keepers have a long conversation as they went from room to room during the day. They would talk, go into a room and then continue their conversation like there was never a break. As always, this adult themed copyrighted work belongs to the au...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons depicted in this story are over the age of eighteen years. Disclaimer: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Another in the Western Genre. Although this story does begin quite similarly as 'Riverboat Princess' in the same category, this story has many different eleme...
Amanda and I had been in a relationship for some time; we were very fond of each other and liked doing many of the same things. Mandy, as almost everyone close to her called her, and I loved spending so much time together I asked her to move in with me. It didn't take much convincing because we loved so much about each other, but we were not in love. At leas...
He had time to spend, and spent some of it in a small village on a small island. He'd been here most of a week, with his sketch book and his paint box and his walking stick, and the weather had been glorious. This morning was not glorious but overcast; rain had fallen overnight, and more was predicted for the afternoon. Sketchbook and paints did not fare we...