The tradition of the silent retreat as laid out by St. Ignatius of Loyola goes back 500 years in Western Christianity. The enforced silence can provide an unique opportunity for free or directed reflection by making space for the Spirit to fill. I would imagine that the forward thinking Church of England would be amenable to borrowing from the Jesuit saint d...
This story is a work of fiction based on some of today's headlines. No one in this work is real, or is this story even based on a real person or event. Pretty clearly everyone mentioned is over 18. As always I appreciate constructive criticism to my inbox. I continue to venture forth without an editor because these way too long and rambling efforts are mine...
Monica, a twenty-five year old white wife to an American embassy attaché was lying on a lounge chair in the backyard getting a tan. It was a hot Sunday morning and the everywhere in the city of Abuja was quiet in solitude as most inhabitants were either in their respective mosques or churches. Monica wore a pair of shades and bikini outfit which she only wor...
The plane landed on the runway at a quarter past one on a hot Friday afternoon. Through the PA system inside the airport came the announcement of the flight's arrival. Several people who were there waiting for such a flight stood up from where they'd been sitting for quite some time now inside the large airport lounge, their faces expectant and happy that th...
The night air in Santa Fe was filled with a mesquite scent. Turquoise Sky shut the door to her black Mercedes Coupe and headed up the drive of the hilltop home. Turquoise was a towering brunette who stood six feet tall in her stocking feet. Her face was slim, with high cheekbones and a chiseled nose. Her straight long brown hair framed her face like a dark h...
This is a somewhat short LW story that ties in with the NC Bobby and the Cheerleader Car-Wash series. My personality tends to be reflected in my stories. I am an upfront guy, sometimes confrontational on some matters. Over the decades, I've had a few friends who were the victims of cheating wives. This story, except for the mercenary career of the husband, i...
Hello, everyone. I hope you read the previous chapter and enjoyed it. This story is a continuation of the Shadows of Resentment series. In this chapter, we learn if they find a way to make their relationship work. Again, let me reiterate, I am no expert on anything military, so I used my imagination freely here. It is not my intention to offend any of the g...
Becca blinked her eyes awake the following morning, under the covers of her black master's sumptuous bed. Her hand felt numb and heavy as it was lying under the pillow under her head. She pulled it out and stretched it across the other side of the bed, wanting to feel the presence of her master's body. The space her hand touched was empty. She raised her hea...
Note from jonnyrebel82: This story is unfinished and I am posting it just for his fans. If you have not read any of Joesephus' work I urge you to read some of his other stories first. I found this story on a 16 Mb USB drive I was about to throw away. (1/1000 the size of the USB drive I currently use!) I think it was something that Joesephus was working upon...
New posting in the Phoenix portion of a national dating site: "Hi, I am Aimee, new to Phoenix, new car, new job, new everything! If you are a gainfully employed male, between 27 and 37, in shape, with a good sense of humor, drop me a note! In the mirror I see a bored girl, looking to be overwhelmed by a strong, new force. Help out this girl!" Aimee sported...