It was a dark and rainy Friday night as I drove my Mustang down the freeway to Anderson. The heavy rain spattered against my windshield, making it almost impossible to see. My windshield wipers were never very good, and in weather like this were virtually unusable. I had to drive slower than usual, what felt like a crawl on the freeway at 50 mph. I cursed u...
He stood at the intersection that was indicated on the crumpled piece of paper he'd held on to more tightly than the lifejacket that kept him afloat after the transport ship bringing him back to North America was sank by a wolf pack of u-boats -- left would lead him down the path he recognised well: alone with only his thoughts to accompany him. Right would...
This story has some typos and grammar errors. If that bothers you, move on. ***** Sunday afternoon finds Eric driving home from a great round of golf. He is on top of the world. He broke eighty for the first time. "I'm going home and get some pussy. Going to cap off a great day. I hope she is ready." As I near the house I see a strange car parked in the...
Part I – "Graduation" The phone rang. "Hello, this is Sabina." It was Randy, a man I had recently been involved with. The last time I saw him, we did not have a good weekend. I told him I didn't want to see him after that. We agreed to go our own ways. "What's new?" Randy asked. "I graduated this weekend," Sabina said. "The diploma was worth the wait! I h...
I ran into my friend Gina at the mall the other day. Gina divorced her husband of 23 years after she caught him sleeping with a college student half his age. I felt bad for her because I went through a similar thing a few years ago with my husband after 20 years of marriage. In my case, it involved his secretary. Luckily for both of us, we made out well in t...
"Sure. Come on over." As Sheri hung up the phone, she wondered why Marge wanted to talk, unless.... She considered changing from her shorts and blouse, putting on make-up, maybe brushing her short blond hair but the doorbell rang. She slipped into her sandals and opened the door. Marge was standing there in a little flowery dress, buttons down the front,...
"So close, no matter how far... Couldn't be much more from the heart... Forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters..." the words boomed from her heavy chest, past her throat, and out through her slut-red painted mouth. Never in all his years had he heard this song from a feminine voice. He liked it. He felt this young beauty did the song justice....
I pulled away from Freyja's mansion, my mind clouded with thoughts that the talk with the vampire Duchess had unleashed once more. I turned the motorcycle towards home and wound it up as fast as it could go, not particularly caring about the speed limit. As I swung the bike off of the interstate down the exit ramp, I turned up into a liquor store with a driv...
The Girl was gone again. From her bed of clean sheets, she fell into the mattress, swallowed into memories past with a foreboding gulp. The Man was there, and the Woman. Their voices rang off the walls and drifted up to the Girl's ears in a roaring song of battle. The Girl shivered in her bed and wrapped her arms round her body. Sleep, she thought to hers...
"It's like I'm sliding sideways through time and space," Quentin explained. Vivienne nodded encouragingly. "You might have seen that movie Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow," he continued. "Maybe, in this continuum, it stars Renee Zellweger." "I'm sure it was Uma Thurman." "Whoever." Quentin took another sip from his beer. "Sliding sideways, she was. O...