Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * I was in my third year of trying to make a living at running my uncle's ranch -- my dead uncle. I had been his sole h...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Here's what happened. I was out in the country just cruising along the main highway. I had cruise control set at a hundred and I was just sitting back relaxing, enjoying the scenery. A little way off I could see where another road joined the highway. I thought it was fairly safe to assume that it was an unmade road as I could see a plume of dust rising from...
Wilma stared is dismay at what her lawn had come too. Yellowish patches echoed the vileness of her gardening life. Dandelions scattered through her soul. And yet the 2-4-D rested unused in a cupboard in the garage. The lawn became a symbol of her insipid agricultural life, which seemed to wilt and die for lack of attention. Even the shortest of short shorts...
The marathon had been a disaster. We were late getting to the site, and my typical pre-race routine was shot. It was hotter and muggier than it should have been in September, so the trail was miserable from the first mile. On top of that my summer training had suffered due to the heat starting early and not letting up. I hate treadmill running, and road runn...
The bus raced on the new road recently built by the Chinese. Its lights seemed to open a path ahead as it descended from the View Point of the Rift Valley, towards the town of Naivasha. Now in the night, the passengers could only make out lights on the valley floor looking like the sky was a carpet and the stars sprinkled upon it. Elizabeth turned her face t...
The first flakes of snow fell today. The sky turned dark pewter gray, the valley was a refrigerator and by late afternoon tufts of whiteness floated down and began accumulating in the grassy areas. It will all be white by morning. The pain is as sodden, heavy, dark and unstoppable as the slow moving storm front slowly swallowing autumn. Oh Susanna, oh don't...
The long road stretched endlessly in front of them. They'd been driving non-stop with only food and restroom breaks for the last 22 hours. The desert to the left and right of the interstate had been beautiful when they first came upon it but now it was just ugly and barren. Laura sighed loudly in boredom, the radio picked up nothing but static and her conver...
Author’s note: I do a lot of flying in my work. One day I set next to an actual Bubba. His total lack of even the basic elements of respect for women caused me to write this satire. Keep in mind the web page is a fake. Also, Sprite, thank you for editing my work. You are a true joy to work with. * * * * * The first of Bubba’s Laws on Women. “If she ain’t g...
Two months later, Leena was back at Shandrakor. Kira had finally decided to start the mountain resort project there. Leena had been the head of the exploration team that had cleared the site and the access road. She had also been the sex toy of the group of Dalits that had done the job, the slut for twenty bulky and sweaty workers. She had volunteered immedi...