Bryan Jensen's family built a rustic but spacious house on a lake. His father drafted Bryan to help with the construction so often that we used to joke that he was secretly in the National Guard -- "one weekend a month and two weeks a year." Now that it was finished, we got to reap the rewards of his hard work, as the scattered members of our high school cir...
The Angel stood under the rain, and as the storm swept through the vastness of the valley, he pondered his next course of action. In those rare times when he allowed himself to be seen by mortal men and women, he favored the appearance of a six-foot-tall, good-looking, light-skinned Black man in his early twenties. A long time ago, during his first assignmen...
Part two: Blue balls A little about Jim Doumay... Jim was from a small ranching town in South Dakota. He was a real cowboy, hard muscled, lean, quiet. Ranch life had its advantages, but he wanted more from life. He was a good athlete and even better student. A year or two after high school, he got a job working with a dinosaur excavation team handling the...
Chapter Sixteen Earth - 3753 C.E. "What I don't really understand," said Jorgen, "is why you ever got married to Paul." "It's because I love him," Beatrice replied. "Is that so difficult to understand?" "Well, if you love him," Jorgen persisted, "why do you make love to me so often and so passionately?" "Because I'm a passionate woman," said Beatrice as...
John stood pressed against the bar, leaning on it with both his elbows to maintain his place in the queue that was little more than a gaggle of men and women who pressed and jostled for a place at the bar. The music was loud and pounded in his ears and he looked back to see the people standing between the dance floor and the bar where a few girls danced and...
Teenage girls tend to travel in packs, and black teenage girls even more so. So this one was something of a loner, to be out shopping in a mostly-white neighborhood on a warm Saturday afternoon. Or window-shopping at least, since she did not seem to have bought anything. I was sitting in the 900 block of 36th, on the bench at the bus stop. Not that I was ac...
Androka, Madagascar Bridges quietly slides open the door to the communications room a couple inches allowing just enough room to slip in a flexible camera. Pulling out his PDA, the image of the room appears as clear as if he was looking at it firsthand. Inside the medium sized room sits many consoles with flashing lights and switches and a single human bein...
Fenella McLeod was a respectable married lady. At least, she was married to a man who was – James liked to describe it – 'something in the city.' And her family was an old Scottish one, of impeccable lineage. It occasionally weighed heavy upon her, because she was twenty eight years of age, slim and attractive in a very Scottish way, with long, straight, sil...
This is part 2 reading part 1 first is recommended. I have fleshed this out a bit more, but this is quite short compared to part 3. * Sarah was in the bathroom doing her morning routine of toilet then shower. She looked in the mirror, she applied her makeup, she smiled as she noticed a lack of wrinkles, her skin was good. She thought of how much Mike lo...
I had been in love with Isabel before, maybe two times, maybe three. Each breakup had been progressively worse for me, maybe for her as well. I knew there were secrets we kept from each other. Maybe that was the reason. I often wrote stories about her. I kept them in a journal. I never shared them with anyone. I knew no one else would understand. I often re...