This story was inspired by "THE FINE" a song/YouTube video by Young Scrolls. I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've ever written, but... it's weird. It's really meta, as well. I can't remember writing a lot of this, even though it's been the only thing I've done for a few weeks. It can also be taken as a metaphor of my writing thus far. I realized th...
We were sitting around after the day's work on Friday in the local dive we called our bar. The four of us were listening to Bill Chapman explain again how he had just discovered his wife of 25 years had had an affair a while back. The other three had offered him their support and pointed out repeatedly the cost of a divorce if he decided to go that route. Th...
I'd like to thank Randi for all the work she did setting the magical mystery tour up, and for inviting me to write knowing that the trolls come out in force at the mere mention of my name. As for the story that follows, don't expect any nice guys or a Hollywood ending. I was thinking Dashiell Hammett, not Nancy Drew. * Copyright© 2018 by Richard Gerald T...
Yeah, so maybe I'm not the most reliable person to tell this story. There was a time that I was. I used to be a good girl. I had perfect attendance from kindergarten through seventh grade, when I had to take a day off to go to an orthodontist. I was nice and polite and reliable and bookish and quiet, a real hit with parents: I was the one my folks would tro...
I made my way along the dock at the edge of the lake—heading, for the first time in a while, towards nowhere in particular. Nine months out of the year, I taught classes on the side at Burbage University in Massachusetts, where I was spending my third year as a literature grad student. This year had been cut short by my father's heart attack, After I spent...
I am Frank Stokes, 64 years old, retired from an executive position in a large corporation. My wife of 35 years passed away 3 years ago. I live in Brentwood, a golfing community, in the Atlanta area. There are three 18 hole golf courses. One easy course, one a little more difficult and the third, for experts, more difficult. Lots of sand traps, water and lo...
Author's Note: Excuse the lateness. I'm still working on getting my laptop fixed, among other little problems. I'm already working on Chapter 4 and I promise not to have a long gap between chapters any more. Thanks so much for your patience! ~n4m. ******** The cool night air was an eye-opening shock to his system, the jolt that snapped him back to reality....
This is a work of fiction. While the town and businesses in the vicinity are factual, all names, characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. It was commonly understood by everybody that Aubrey Murphy was the cutest little th...
Chapter 21 for you! I was further along than I thought and am actually working on 22. Hope it doesn't disappoint. As usual...... you know the drill! Chapter Twenty One - New Home With the limo in motion, Mandy sat next to me on one side while Michelle sat on the other side showing me papers on the house with pictures and figures. I smiled sweetly. "Bab...
Chapter 7 Next morning we went to school and sis had one arm and Marsha had the other. We walked on the school ground and Brad came over and said, "Hi." Marsha defending Mary said, "What do you want loser." I said, "Marsha butt out you have no idea what is going on or the reasons let these two work it out," and I took her by the arm and walked away. Marsh...