Awnnn, you guys... I was just reading a comment I got for the first story I wrote for this site and realized my writing got so much better. It's all thanks to you. I have the best readers on this site. Really. You're all so amazing and supporting. Thank you so, so much. You really give a girl motivation to write more. Every single comment you leave me is a...
The following is my take on GeorgeAnderson's epic Sept. 11, 2020 tale, "February Sucks," and is presented here with his permission -- many thanks to GeorgeAnderson for allowing me to do this. If you haven't read his story yet, I encourage you to do so. When I first read this story, I was already neck-deep in "A Father's Justice" and had another story alread...
I love writing exercises. Yesterday I posted an anti-loving wives story. Today's is a normal LW tale. I am interested in your reaction to the two. The title is another Hemingway short story. It hints at the outcome - enjoy – DT ***** The Rising Storm There are lots of ways a guy can find out that his wife is cheating. There's the ever popular, "unexpect...
This is my vision of the ending to Troubador's story "How High a Price." If you haven't already read that interesting work it would help greatly to do so before reading this one. I have attempted to stay true to the character personalities as Troubador originally described them. I HAVE added events and actions that suited me and my vision of what the story s...
CHAPTER 1 Zane Maddox knew his publishing editor was getting her own back, the bitch. They'd had a couple of big rows because he was late sending in final chapters... 'Dragging his ball and chain,' she'd vented. Apparently no other author had been courageous enough to call her a 'Loopy New York lesbo gone loco'. She'd screamed back abuse, quite the most d...
Last spring I found myself in Atlanta for a seminar I was giving on financial security. I own my own company that works with people helping them invest their income wisely. I arrived on Friday and was set up in the penthouse suite where I would have room to spread out my material and host small gatherings if needed. The seminar was set to begin on Monday an...
Since this was a contest story I didn’t originally plan to write more, but response was so overwhelmingly positive I decided to add more content after all. I think this next chapter came out very well, and I hope everyone enjoys more of David and Roxy’s story. Thank you for the all the great comments on my last installment! * If there was one thing that Ro...
Chapter 11 -- Another Star Lights Up Roy sat in one of the more comfortable chairs on the patio with a circle of friends around. Elise returned to her chair with a glass of water for Roy, and a Southern Comfort Manhattan for herself. He looked longingly at the alcoholic drink as she sipped and talked to Pam. Dave said, "So, what is your physical therapy al...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
Author's Note: This is for all those who have told me my stories need a noir bent. Here is proof that I write modern fairy tales. I love my characters too much to do noir. To make it scarier, I edited it myself. The Cotillion The elevator wasn't moving fast enough. I watched the dull red numbers change from floor to floor, seven, eight... They seemed to be...