This story was written in collaboration with a certain "bitsie", who is the most unusual muse that I could imagine: Duet Him: Hal dragged the last suitcase out of the back of the van and over to the curb, where the porter was waiting with the rest of the luggage. "That's the last of them," he grunted as he dropped the heavy bag. He dug into his wallet and...
Whenever Katie thought of her life, she always started it with "Once Upon a Time," like the stories her mother used to tell her before she faded off to sleep. In those stories, the damsel or the heroine always had a perfect prince come rescue them, or did wondrous things that changed people lives. They also ALWAYS had a happy ending. Katie longed for happily...
When Brad and Traci first started dating, all of their friends predicted it would never last. Traci's friends pointed out the difference in their ages (Traci was 23 while Brad was 31), the difference in their backgrounds (she was from a stable, well-to-do family, he from a struggling, single-parent household), their education (she was a college grad, he a co...
Signs of spring were popping up left and right as I gazed out my window. The sun was higher in the sky than at the same time last month; squirrels danced down from tree tops to search for food and perhaps love; and then there was the green. Life was awakening and I breathed it in with a healthy rip of an inspiration. I left my second story balcony for a mome...
Chapter 3. Nests I had two office affairs, Joanna and Jo, both during my time at British Airways. Not together, that would have been mind-blowing. Jo was first and lasted during a week long business trip to Beijing. We sat together on the long flight chatting about office gossip and our lives. Cockney Jo was bright, a first class honours graduate, petite...
My vibrant, sensual Becky was taken from me after six blissful years together. Gone so swiftly, so cruelly. Just another hit and run victim. The driver was never found. So sudden the loss, I was reduced to an aching shell, sure it would take me forever to shake off the spell of her. Alive but running on empty, I was sustained only by memories of her. Sustai...
Opening the door to the two-story home, things don't "feel" right. A cold hand races up the back of Jared's spine, setting the hair on the back of his neck on end. Looking around warily he slowly makes his way into the too silent dining room. No TV is playing in the den, and no stereo is playing in the house. Which is odd considering his little submissive lo...
"Who the fuck was that?! Who the fuck uses magic in Limbo?! Nobody! Not even La M'ag himself!" Valko was enraged. For the first time in a great number of years he felt useless. Once the psycho girl had run out it was his job to clean up the mess. Three young vampires' heads had exploded in the middle of a dance floor spraying blood and brains over the shocke...
I drove my dad's old car- which sucked because he had cheap taste. It was a dented, light blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera, only about a thousand years old. He said owning an official "Piece of Crap" first car built character, and he often pontificated how high school kids driving brand new sports cars and SUVs could only grow up to be major league assholes. Of...
The store was finally were closed and all my employees were now gone for the day. The last person out always locks the front door to my gift shop and so I assumed today was no different. I was confident I was alone. It had been a long, frustrating day and I was now looking for a change of pace and some relaxing "entertainment" to help me unwind. I went to th...