Some of my readers requested that I translate some of my Afrikaans stories into English. Here is my first effort. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to comment or vote. ***** It's Friday night. I am at a barbecue at my friend Derek's house along with other guests. The men are socializing with drinks in hand around the fire. After the usual rugby talk, t...
Chapter 1: Hilary makes new close friends Hilary took off early from work that Friday evening. Two maids had cleaned up the house but she wanted to inspect it. She had grown very fond of Jay and Dianne. And the fact that Rob was against them, because of their complexion somehow pleased her. She remembered all too well the stupid things that Rob had always t...
So this section started to get really long. I decided to cut it in half while I finish it up because it was just taking too long to get to a more natural break in the story. I've thought for some time I need an editor. One of the biggest time sucks with this story is endless re-readings looking for typos and grammatical errors and every time I find a new o...
This is the ninth of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story. It was much earlier than Don usually got home but he had gone in early to make sure that nothing held him up. He didn't want anything t...
The thumping bass sound announced the approach of Miguel's car long before Damon saw it come around the corner and pull up to the side of the basketball court. Damon took one last shot, banking the ball off the backboard and through the hoop before jogging over to the high chain link fence surrounding the court where Miguel's car sat on the other side. The p...
© Pandemos, 2010. All Rights Reserved. Back in New York, Lira relived in her mind the moments she had just spent in the forests of Maine with the mountain man who had called himself Rüt, the same man who had stalked her, trapped her, seduced her and made her feel freer than she had ever felt with any man. It all felt like a weird, erotic dream. She looked...
Book VII - ATLANTIC CITY Chapter 1 George woke up and Jennifer was still asleep; Linda had already wakened and disappeared. George washed up in the bathroom and dressed and found that Jennifer was rousing. He told her that he had to leave but that he would see her soon He kissed her and hugged her and told her what a wonderful woman she was and what a gre...
You never think of it, how the city is a lonely place. Surrounded by strangers at every turn, yet you can go for weeks without a conversation, let alone a genuine one. Hundreds of thousands of people dying for human contact. Often it reminds me of my honors biology teacher at Gompers High in Council Bluffs, telling about the many survivors of submarine atta...
I understand why people read the Loving Wives genre (betrayal and revenge are an emotional turn-on). But a lot of its stories border on the misogynistic (look it up cowboy). So, I thought I'd take a stab at writing a genuine, non-cynical "loving wife" tale - just as a change of pace. The Hemingway short story with the same title may have been the first (on...
Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away... The kingdom of Griffinhead was a calm and beautiful land. Placed on the other side of the Fireridge Mountains, it was fairly safe from attack by opposing forces, and indeed the few who had approached from the coast soon learned there was nothing much of strategic value. Griffinhead offered no great strides in...