Authors note: When I first started reading the works of one of my pulp fiction favorites, John D. MacDonald (Travis McGee, et al), I was fascinated with his ability to construct plots that were convoluted, and yet still not beyond the realm of possibility. Although he was known for his mystery/adventure stories, he wrote several other books, including an ear...
It was the other Christmas. My alternate Birth day. That one time every human being between the ages of 5-14 could become richer than the dreams of avarice, sitting atop a bounty of booty cackling with glee while he horded his golden slice & savored the wealth while their parents went without -absolutely nil, nada, zilch. An outstretched middle finger to...
Laura Black had the air of belonging to someone else when Mark Andrews saw her again after three long months. She was sitting on a bench overlooking the bay when he eventually spied her out. He'd walked to the top of the road, past the many guesthouses and up onto the headland in the hope of catching a glimpse of her. He knew that she used to like to sit the...
She was alone in his bed when she woke up. She wondered where she was, everything seemed so strange...not a bad strange though. Usually when she woke up it was Mrs Johnson on 147 screaming off her head at her four boys for being late to school again. It was usually to the sound of Clay Brown, the stripper next door practicing his Elvis crotch grabs to Christ...
This is a work of total fiction We were approaching the last checkpoint and hopefully everything would work out just like the last time. Our contact was there as usual, greedy bastard, but hey what can you do, that's the price of doing business in this part of the world. Greg, my partner, stepped out of the car to do the usual 'handshake', this time the con...
"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Here are your claim checks." Samantha hands a stack of ticket stubs to the customer. "Don't forget. You'll need these tickets when you come back to pick up your furs next fall." "Yes, dear... Samantha..." The old lady squints as she tries to read the clerk's name badge. "I've been bringing my furs here for storage since before yo...
This story was written in collaboration with the extraordinary woman I call Lady C. I take great pride in sharing not only her wonderful writing talents but her amazing spirit with the rest of the world... * * * * * It had been almost a year since we had first begun our courtship over the Internet. This incredible woman who at first had come across as a sh...
Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness: Chapter One Prologue Junie Thomas had always been pathologically shy. Short and fat, she was painfully self-conscious. She avoided new places, new experiences and strangers at all costs. Divorced and with her children grown, her whole world consisted of her boring, lonely job and her hobbies. If it weren't fo...
Kendal had just gotten out of the shower; she had just come home from the "Steak'n'bake" a greasy spoon diner she worked at part-time. She always took a shower after work because she smelled like the fried lard the cook was always slapping on every thing he cooked. She'd just finished the midterm exam for the tech class she was taking, so she didn't need to...
It's hard to describe my wife, Debbie. She was in my bed on our third date and I certainly wasn't her first but she is what I can only describe as a 'free spirit'. Nor, would I describe her as promiscuous because Debra believes that sex is as much a function of the human body as eating and breathing. However, as she, unabashedly, explained to me before we ma...