The trees blurred by as my VW bug whined it's way around another switchback. Mid-June and it's already getting hot. Rounding a corner too close, the car kicked up red dust as I steered it past the new Camp Wininoka sign overhead. Wininoka, probably some faked American Indian name, had just opened two summers ago. Needing a change from the place I'd been wor...
A Roadie's Tale Ch. 02: Sessions Hell of a show that night. I was all ready to go home to the privacy of my tent for the night, but I stuck around. I thought maybe, just maybe... Got more work with Pacific Sibling on their second tour, they had a lot of gear to move so I earned my pay. It's pretty good as manual labour goes, I work in jeans and a t-shirt...
HVAD CHAPTER 6 Elo took her own life. She had done nothing wrong, but she could not be truly freed from the shame she felt. Every time someone showed pity, or compassion, it was a reminder of what she had suffered. Borna was powerfully motivated by his desire for revenge; Elo had channeled her suffering into depression. Borna mourned in private. In public...
Vera was excited. The bus was due shortly and it was going to take her to meet men. Real live men, and they were thin on the ground in her life. Apart from the farmer of course; he didn't count. He might be male but Samuel was old, married and ignorant, he was never going to be the object of her desire. Not even his wife appeared to be too enamoured with hi...
The following is a completely fictional account based on true events. Any resemblance between the characters in this story and the real-life people they depict is purely coincidental. May 25, 1972 Fritz Peterson stood on a hill of dirt, amid a field of green, surrounded by a wall of blue fringed along the top with a distinctive gleaming-white façade. He wo...
Stevie sat in the rear of Mrs Lanbourne's four door hardtop Sedan de Ville as it sped north on the interstate. The interior of the new 1956 Cadillac smelt antiseptic and nice. She had just bought it. Mrs Lanbourne was like that, this elegant lady with her long nose and lambent brown eyes: everything was the best. Stevie thought of her these days as his real...
This is the third feature in a short series of true stories. My biggest critics so far, have called attention to the fact that I spend a great deal of time telling about the peripheral items, conditions and circumstance. This one is no different. To me it is extremely important to build a case for why the main characters were at that particular place, in t...
3 years later We are side by side on the beach at Porquerolles. White sand trickles between my toes as Lyn lies with her head on my stomach, stretched out at right angles to me. She is wearing a swimming costume, as am I. Nearby a young woman is playing with two children, one about two and a half year's old, the other barely a year. The young woman is James...
The Story of Giuseppe and Maribella Youthful romance in renaissance era Italy. "Giuseppe! Giuseppe D'Ostra, pay attention!" Maestro Grassello, the fat professor of medicine, banged on the lectern with the hilt of his decorative dagger. Seeing the drowsy student rouse himself, he returned the blade to its sheath and tugged the sleeves of his doublet back in...
Author's note: The saga of Mistress-in-Training Marie and her sissy Charles has reached the point of their marriage. After the ceremony, Marie achieves her ambition and becomes a hotwife, making Charles a cuckold in the process As in all my fictional stories, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and all sexual practices described are performed conse...