Welcome to Chapter Four of my still-developing story, which is completely true. I've even used everyone's real name, as John feels that makes the story more real and heartfelt. This story makes a lot more sense if you read the first three chapters first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. I love getting feedback from the readers, so please writ...
Thanks to jo for editing. ******** In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.- Janos Arnay Frankie's walk to the subway each morning was a routine that she usually did half aware. She rarely looked up at other commuters and rarely noticed the neighborhood that she walked through. The six block walk from her third floor apartment to the subway st...
"Gideon Graveloch: son of Theophorus Graveloch, a blacksmith entrusted with his family's oath – to gather and destroy the weapons of the Divinities as they await for Armageddon. Demons and Angels lost their armouries and seek to find them, for the victor of Armageddon will awaken God and He will judge in their favour. But on Earth they can only observe and w...
Author’s note: Kind readers, the names in this story are probably not correct usage of any native American language. The dialogue is not an attempt to ratify the movie stereotype, but is as I imagine would take place between peoples of limited common language. I have nothing but respect for the only true native Americans, and feel great sorrow at our usually...
For my wife's 50th birthday party I spared no expense, renting a suite at the Ritz-Carlton overlooking the Pacific Ocean, just south of Laguna Beach. It was a catered affair and the dress was formal. The event itself wasn't a surprise for her I had promised her the party six months prior. She was expecting a fairly good number of our mutual friends, just a n...
October 24, 1998 Sir, You asked me about the man who occupies my time on Monday and Thursday nights. I met him almost a year ago--when I was with someone else. My lover at the time performed with a jazz band and was appearing at a local club. On the night in question, my then lover came to my home just as I stepped out of the shower. Still dripping wet,...
"Coming downtown is getting to be an ordeal," Frank Baker complains. "You can't pass a traffic light without these damn black kids forcing their services on you." Frank is sitting at a red light behind the wheel of his big cream colored Lincoln, his wife June beside him. They're middle-age suburbanites on their way to Baltimore's Little Italy for dinner. Th...
Mitzi had adjusted well to her new life with Joe Boxter. He was a noted psychiatrist and somewhat of a celebrity but they both had issues that they helped each other with. She had been a crack whore and he had a more painful, dark and destructive addiction. She looked at herself in the mirror, not believing that she had come through all that she had. Her h...
~Sari Shepard~ Elliot Gleason leaned on the gunwale of an unnamed tour boat as it approached a coral reef off Paradise Island in the Bahamas. He sat toward the bow in full sunlight as the boat chugged closer to the bright green water over the shallows. The forty-foot craft was carrying cruise ship passengers on a snorkeling adventure, but Elliot was having...
Yes, I'm back. But, as a warning from the get-go, updates will probably be a few weeks apart (at least), since the "real world" kind of has a monopoly on my time, these days. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Chapter 5. Let me know what you think. As always, happy reading. ~Eve Even with his back to her, Anna could see the rage wash over Jason. It was clear in...