The afternoon started innocently enough. It just didn't end that way, although it was not entirely my fault. This would end up being one of those events that hindsight would have completely prevented, and in many ways I wish it had. But I cannot go back and change it. It was my first year at the University of Vermont, or UV as we called it. Burlington up...
Author's Note: This series builds off of elements of the previous Panic Moon series. To get the full experience, it is recommended, though not necessary, to read that one first. Hi again, readers! Here's the new Rising: you know the deal, I love all your feedback, votes etc, so please keep sending them! I won't ramble on, with that out of the way: enjoy! K...
*flash back to the weeks prior to this wonderful encounter* I'm the lawn man. Or boy as some people put it. I don't make lots of money...the work is hard and very physical and most of my clients are old retired people who don't know how to tip or say thanks or even acknowledge me. Most of them do things like leave the money in the mailbox or write me post d...
Author's Note: There is special formatting representing an online dialogue and email messages below. The special formatting is in italics and is preceded by '>>'. The Boyfriend [Chapter 1] I needed a break. A break from the mundane, from the everyday, and yes, the responsibility. I love my baby girls, well, they aren't babies anymore, to death, but...
In my story, "Midsummer Fest, Ch.2" there are several references to a 'failed colony' on the planet Sylvan. It was called a debacle and almost killed Project Lifeboat, the interstellar colonization program. This was written to explain just what really happened out there. "The defendant will rise and face the bench!" Ariel stood, her eyes still red fro...
After contributing so many pieces on the ways of the flesh to this site, I thought I might contribute at least one piece of the ways of the soul to provide some balance. (This subject is what I focus on my other life.) Do you survive the death of the physical body? That depends on what you are. You may not be what you think you are. You, like Scrooge, may n...
Dear readers, I've been overwhelmed by the touching comments and messages about this story. I am a writer for whom words are both a passion and a source of livelihood, but my biggest reward is the difference I make to people's lives- if at all. Thank you and keep reading :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cloudy evening was dull and heavy. There was no rain, no...
Author's Note: A hug for my lady love. Your input made this much better. Also, a huge 'Thank you' for bikoukumori, for yet another quick and thorough editing job. All right, folks. I'm gearing up for the huge finale. #15: Assault "And please, call me Violet," she said, extending her hand. "Well, let's consider for a moment the idea that you're not t...
Dear Readers, Thank you for reading "My Man, My Marine, My Lover!" and for giving such wonderful feedback on the story. Many of you were kind enough to leave comments and send messages asking for more to be added to the story. So much so, that I couldn't resist visiting "Brat" and Brian again. So here is "My Man, My Marine, My Lover! Part 2" as requested....
I was awakened early Sunday morning by the incoming call on my cell phone. My phone's caller ID read "Blocked Caller." Damn! I get way too many spoofed-number sales calls during the week, but seldom do any come in on the weekend. If I think it's a spoofed number, I let it go to voicemail. Since it was Sunday, I had decided to answer this call. "H'lo?" I mu...