A True Story. At the age of 49, Myron felt that he had reached a certain degree of success in both his professional and personal life. He had worked diligently throughout his academic and business careers to be in the position he now was. He had put the failures of his past love life far behind him, and he was now going on his 14th year with this corporat...
The door bell jarred me from my chair even though it wasn't unexpected. I made my way down the hall and greeted my old friend, Max. Before I could close the door another old friend, David, turned into the driveway and parked. It was unusual for them to be on time let alone fifteen minutes early but it was for a very different reason that they were here today...
This is a follow-up to "Small Favors...and Dirty Laundry," posted in the Mature section on 1/3/17. It helps to read that one first but not vital. In this third-person narrative, I've given the POV to our heroine, Rene Sutcliff. ***** So this is what they call midlife crisis, Rene Sutcliff thinks. It is just after Labor Day, soon after she and her husband...
Annoyed, no annoyed wasn't the right word -- fuming, better but still not enough -- totally bloody pissed off, now that sums up exactly how I felt when my general manager finished giving me the good news of what I was due to be doing for the rest of the week in work. I had turned up for work as usual on Wednesday morning expecting a day much like any other....
"Oh, God," I groaned as I rolled out of bed and painfully stood up. My body ached in places I didn't know I had. The muscles in my legs felt as if I had run a marathon and competed in a floor-ex gymnastic competition without conditioning for the necessary weeks before hand. My quadriceps (hamstrings) hurt like a mother-fucker. What else could I expect though...
Author's Note: This is a copy written work of fiction, which is for fantasy and entertainment purposes only. Amos Mack labored in the hot, southern, August sun. It was almost 1 pm. He was 25 and a former powerful inner city black gang leader, who had just been released from prison, where he had been serving a ten year sentence for killing a rival gang le...
"Go! Go! Go, Team Go!" shouted the Cheerleading team, wiggling their pom-poms in the air. "Go, Mustangs!" we shouted in return. There is nothing like a cool fall night and the Homecoming football game at your alma mater. The cheerleaders still look fresh faced, the players still run and tackle with the same enthusiasm of youth, but the crowd is the one who...
The last time that I was in Key West was almost 20 years ago when I was a junior in high school. My family and I had rented a place on one of the other keys and we'd driven down for the day. I don't remember very much about the details of that trip. I recall standing at the southernmost point of the U.S., buying a white friendship bracelet-type-thing that I...
Rachel marveled at LeRon Caruso. The tall, dark-skinned star wide receiver darted here and there all over the football field. He seemed to be a man among boys on the field. Whenever LeRon caught the ball, and that was often, he would put the team in a position to win. To Rachel, LeRon was sex personified. His moves on the football field seemed sensual and se...
I was a freshman in college, and I was a little bit nervous about the whole college experience. But, I was in the band, which in addition to allowing me to move in earlier than everybody else, it also gave me some friends to start off with. I had not been socially successful in high school, in fact I was somewhat of a recluse. I preferred to spend time with...