I've leveraged the Hemingway canon for a few of my stories. And A Farewell to Arms is the only one left now. That is the definitive war novel; as iconic as The Red Badge of Courage. I was hesitant to try to cover it because we don't fight wars like that anymore. But my pal Richard Gerald talked me into at least looking at it. And in the end I saw that the...
Nikki couldn't stop smiling as she led Charles to the cabin. Her fingers and lips tingled. She felt like a child whose parents had given her permission to the very thing that none of the other kids could do, the thing that had consumed her thoughts for such a long time that part of her felt like she'd already experienced it. And yet, nervousness accompanie...
Amy's Demise: The Decadence Of Stateroom M-34 Chapter One of Two Chapters Welcome Aboard! Seven days. Seven wonderful days. No job. No children. No cell phones. Just Steve and she. Finally! It wasn't the most luxurious liner in the fleet but it was fine with them. Amy was pleased that Steve had gone to such lengths to find the perfect ship, the perfect...
"Hi? Anyone here?" Ginger called leaning over the abandoned reception desk of the small hotel a few miles from the Pathfinder base, on a whim she'd decided to stay here for the last three days of her leave. "Yeah man, just a moment," someone called from the back. Ginger waited for a few moments as the sounds of giggling and shuffling got louder. "You h...
Angel Even with her eyes closed, she could still detect the glare of the sun through her eyelids. The humid heat that it generated, as its rays beat down on the sub-tropical forest below, encompassed her naked body as if she was in a sauna. Angela Black was hot, sweaty and loving every minute of it. She loved the freedom of being totally naked, and she wa...
Dedicated to all those who enjoy a little soapy fun... *** Mark sat at his desk by an open window. The warm summer breeze drifted through as if attempting to lure him away from any intellectual pursuits. A series of books and one empty page of a notebook lay sprawled out before him. He tapped his pen against the blank white page, but the drumming of his wr...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor Sandy Lane glanced at his Rip Curl watch as he paddled back towards the lineup. Less then twenty seconds remaining in his heat. Sandy had one good wave under his belt, but unless he nailed another one, there was no way he was going to make it into the finals. He glanced over his right shoulder, and at first he couldn't believe wha...
It was a very hot and humid summer day. I dressed up in one of my sexiest dresses, a flashy emerald green number that clings to my curves and leaves a lot of skin exposed in such a way that it cannot be worn with underwear. I'm not just talking about a bra, wearing even a thong with this dress would look a bit tacky. The shoulders were straps, the fabric was...
"Oh, freedom land, Can you let this go, Down to the streets where the numbers grow, Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days, Or trade away our children's days. Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days." Yosemite. Say the words "breathtaking", "spectacular", "cosmic", or any descrip...
EDUCATIONAL REFORM Skjold "Golden Arm" Odinsson was late to his class on Diffeomorphic Transformations of Nonlocal Semi-Logical Quasi-Riemannian Manifolds. Again. He tried to enter the lecture hall as unobtrusively as possible. Not an easy task given the circumstances. He took his usual seat directly behind the girl with the golden cornsilk hair. She turne...