Jon kept his hands in his jacket pockets. As usual, the hood covered his scarred head and much of his face. "I was hoping that you could tell me." Silence was Alicia's only response as they walked on for several minutes. They walked not back towards town but further into the cold, barren desert. Cold, barren desert was an appropriate metaphor for his life....
Hanna Jurasek answered her telephone. "Hi Hanna. You busy at the moment?" "No, Karen, in fact I just sat down with a cup of coffee to read the paper, and then watch the "Price is Right." What's up?" "This is very serious, Hanna. My daughter, Patty, has been moping around for the last couple of days. I finally got her to tell me what was going on. She wa...
It all felt like a dream. Joan Woodruff wasn't in the best of moods. It was a Friday evening in late September, and as she got off from work she had a sinking feeling it would be like any other Friday evening, spent alone in her house—the house she had grown up in, and which she now occupied all by herself, as her parents were dead. So after the workday wa...
I wanted to write this story, not only to entertain but to reinforce the ideal that during our lifetime we make choices and there are always consequences for those choices we make. Sometimes the consequences are great and work out well while other times the consequences are not so good and we have to be willing to accept the penalty for our bad choices. As...
After a few days, Michael had calmed down a little from the incident that left him questioning himself. He thought about Lynn constantly, both wishing he could talk to her and wishing he never had to face her again. She had told him that he could trust her, and he wanted to believe that. But how could she ever understand the situation if he couldn't understa...
Chapter 8 Trial Day 6 These people honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.' Isaiah 29:13, Mark 7:6-7 Cynthia Mayotte's death dominated the news media. Speculation was rife that there was a connection between her death and the case in progress. Much was made of the f...
The throbbing had stopped now, and she was relieved. It shouldn't have happened! What about the cures! Two of the them! They were the best, the latest thing! But... but it hadn't worked! Jason had awakened naked in the bushes of the municipal park, the Slut Bus long gone, as was all the hair on his body. He'd watched in horror as his slimming chest began to...
To all, This is just your basic space story with some sex thrown in to make it real for me. My attempts to enter a realm (writing) that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my little tale. Part two is in the works and will be published depending on the interest of this first chapter. ***** Drew tried to make himself smaller in the bom...
I sat at my office desk staring at the manila folder in my hands. I knew what the contents were. I had just received an oral report from William, the private detective I'd hired. He'd just confirmed my worst suspicions about my wife's sluttish behavior. I thanked him and wrote out a check for his expensive services and walked him to the door. I couldn't bri...
La Puta I know it is him before I pick up the phone. "Bret," he says, "you cannot just take off like this, without me! You are part of my life!" "Paul," I say. "Just a few days. I need a few days to myself! I've told you, over and over!" "There's another!" he accuses. "There's always another-another train, another Star Wars, another fucking Brewers seas...