All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Way after midnight. A summer moon, nearly full. I fumble for the lamp next to my bed, but decide not to blind myself. I stumble through the darkness to the living room, look out the back window, rub my eyes to try and focus. A naked girl runs through my yard. "What the fuck?" I m...
I'm the guy in the background most of the time. I'm nothing special. That's not to say I'm not valuable. I'm not dumb. I'm a problem solver. I've got talents too. I paint. I cook. I ski. I climb mountains. I grow my own roses and vegetables. And I play guitar. But I never sold my paintings. I paint for my own relaxation. I only cook for myself at home, but...
Summer stomped into the living room where Phil was watching TV. She was grumbling loudly to herself in anger and closed the door behind her harder than she'd intended. It made a booming sound that echoed in the room. At the sound Phil turned to look at her. She could only spit, "I'm going to kill that cat!" "What happened? You look like you're ready to comm...
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner. *** I'd been coming to this little hole in the wall tea...
What follows is the most personal story I have ever written. I first wrote it 15 years ago and have modified and edited it many times since never being entirely satisfied. I'm still not. I suspect there are still errors in but it's time the world saw it. Only a very few have ever seen it. This is not an erotic story, there is no sex herein. It is rich with s...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— The Tourist and the Neighbor Kylie and Liz walked out of Tucker's studio on wobbly legs, into the afternoon light of the inner city. They looked at each other sheepishly. "Did we just do that?" Kylie said. Her thick Australian accent, and the circumstances, struck Liz funny....
Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, yet again. I hope you readers can forgive me. I'm not sure if I'll add another chapter to this or not, it depends on the feedback I get. As always, please comment, VOTE, and/or send feedback. Thanks, and happy reading! --- Gabe lunged at Brandon and caught the man by his shirt with one hand while the other swung in for a...
Hello, and welcome to the second issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment o...
This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote. * Stephen's love of his life is his sister's best friend, Summer, a woman eight years older than him. Summer, I'm in love with Summer, my sister Christine's best friend and I don't know what to do about it. Love at first sight, it all started the first time I saw Summer in the summer of 1968. She was in...
The year is 2500. In the middle of the 21st century, when humans started colonizing Mars, they discovered that they were not alone in the universe. Or, at the very least, they were not the only intelligent species ever to have existed. Archaeological digs uncovered the remains of a long-dead advanced civilization - much more advanced than humanity itself. Th...