PostScriptor Copyright 2009, All rights reserved Everything had conspired against him that morning. First he'd been delayed getting away from home. Rachel had chosen this morning to demand that he talk to her about some domestic issue or another, but he had explained to her that he had to make a flight this morning. She was clearly unhappy, but had accepte...
Hank Murphy scanned the sky for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. The sky was clear except for the four North American FJ-4 Fury jets far below and in front of his plane. He scanned the sky again, then concentrated his search to the north. That is where any playmates were likely to come from. He saw a slight glimmer out to the north, low. He c...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows,...
Dear reader. I have written three very short "short stories" which I hope you will enjoy. There are no link between them and should be considered as separate pieces. The Revealing Portrait John sat on his seat, 6A, looking out on the clouds floating below him. He had a satisfied smile on his face, thinking about his lover he had left only a few hours earli...
"You little bitch." The man said, and grabbed her roughly, throwing her against the car. Sandy reeled with the force of his throw, and fell to the ground. He was reaching for her when an expression of surprised pain bloomed on his face, and he was suddenly flung face-first into the car door with such force it knocked him out cold. She scrambled sideways to a...
Whether you would be interested to read my life story or not, I really don't know. I won't take you through my life from birth to present day, just the important bits. You see, I can divide my life into three periods, the first being the pre-Amy period, then the Amy period, and afterwards the post-Amy part. I am sure you will guess the most important part wi...
I am walking down the narrow aisle of the airplane to the lavatory. I am wearing a slinky black dress. As requested, I am also wearing the shoes that you chose for me to wear during our online sessions and your favorite red thong. Though I do not like the color red, and would never have chosen it for myself, I do not complain. The pleasure you get from seein...
The sun shone brightly through the airport windows as I stepped out of the terminal. My jeans were wrinkled from sitting on the plane for so long and my ears felt odd after popping and landing. I checked my phone for service before clicking her name and sending the two word text: "you here?" She fucking better be, I thought. I twenty years-old and doing a...
Two weeks had passed since Victor Ramirez and his wife had made their unexpected and tension-filled visit to the team’s base camp at the southern edge of Andros Island. The “Caribbean Raiders”, as the team had become known as to the news media, were counting down the days till they disbanded. Drug interceptions had fallen off drastically but the radar scre...
"Mayday! Mayday! We're losing power! Mayday!" It was tense in the chartered Twin Otter, a reliable aircraft that had flown many similar routes in its life. This flight was taking it over the vast Landes forest on the way from San Marino to the beaches at Mimizan on the Gold Coast of France. But the Atlantic was still a long way off. Here there were only tre...