Greetings, Venturer! Welcome to the rebirth of my little project. The reason for the reboot is that I've discovered Twine, plus with the help of AI images, I was able to make some pretty good graphic content. Needles to say, the entire thing was remade, so it would fit better the new tools I have :D For those who read the previous version, please have my inf...
Laura dialed my number for a third time. She took a deep breath and stared at the ten digits on her phone's LCD screen. She held the pad of her trembling index finger over her cell phone, hesitant to complete the call. She counted to ten, exhaled, and tapped the screen. Her heart thumped in her chest when she heard the outbound ring. She shut her eyes ti...
He isn't there anymore. Sometimes I'm not sure if he ever existed or was a creation of my over wild imagination that wanted something special, something unique. Sometimes I wonder of I dream about him long enough, think about him often enough, he would become back. And yet at other times I hope that he never returns so that moment we shared would be kept sp...
With July in full swing, the temperatures here in the Boston area have begun to soar. Days with temps in the 90s are one of those things you have to get used to if you live in Massachusetts in the summer: it's right up there along with cowboy drivers on Storrow Drive or a Red Sox-Yankees pennant race, or -- if you want to go that far -- the State Police patr...
Chapter One: Ares Vineyard The Red Planet. Tom never thought he'd see it, not in person. Sure, the colony had been founded over thirty years ago, and ships traveled back and forth between Mars and Earth all the time now, but he'd never really imagined himself, you know, in space. When the opportunity came knocking, in the form of an email from his boss ask...
"Gods damn it," the Queen of Form shouted in frustration. "Harder." In the mirror she'd placed on the far side of her four post bed, she could see the dark-haired hulk of a man standing behind her. He thrust himself forward with all the power he could muster, driving her body forward into the rumpled grey bedsheets. She looked back at him over her shoulder...
Guatemala City 1/1990 *** Everything in this story is true, as in it actually happened. Not all at the same time. Probably not in the same exact sequence, or with or to the exact same people. Which likely doesn't matter because I changed some names, and have forgotten others. That's a consequence of getting older and not having written it down those many y...
Writing a narrative about one’s personal adventures and posting them on a website for the world to see and read certainly takes a bit of courage, I’ll have to say. But, the resulting e-mails and the very heated responses have certainly made it worthwhile. As mentioned in my posting here, I am a very married working mom of 47. My husband is now 70, and as a...
Lethem 6/90 *** Everything in this story is actually happened. Maybe not all at the same time or in the same exact sequence, and some stuff that happened on different trips gets conflated in my mind, but that's a consequence of time going by. It just keeps on doing that ya know. *** All of the inadequately described and yet quite enjoyable sexual activi...
When I began my fund raising for my trip to Africa I asked a question. Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Now, I'll admit that I took that straight from a song (The River, Bruce Springsteen) but it seemed fitting at the time. Since my trip my motto has changed. Those of you who have received e-mails will no longer see the Springsteen quote, but a sad st...