S C E N E S E V E N . . . . . . P R I V A T E L I V E S "A blonde walks into a dry cleaners and places a dirty sweater on the counter. She asks 'how much for this?' The clerk - a little hard of hearing - looks up and says 'come again?' The blonde giggles and says 'Nooooo silly, it's just mayonnaise this time.'" "Oh man, that's awful." Mark laughed as he p...
This is an unusual story for me and it is a bit long. The first part is John's Story, and the second part is Sandy's story. The two parts recount the same story, but are told from the perspectives first of John and then of Sandy. I am perhaps better when recounting the woman's perspective, so if you prefer just to read Sandy's perspective, Sandy's story star...
The Secret Memoirs of Elizabeth Bartlett Chapter I. I have lived a life of strange and fascinating adventure, of violent contrasts between abject subjugation and sublime command, of both the greatest pains and the greatest pleasures imaginable in the life of woman. But these pleasures were those unspeakable to society, those carnal pleasures, those deep, d...
*** This is a one-off, written in a single afternoon and it's based on a couple of things. One of them is a Frank Frazetta painting done back in 1978. I don't know if the title is correct, but what I saw was called "Night Winds". The other thing was a line spoken in the film "The Thirteenth Warrior", so if you can imagine those two things inspiring me, the...
"You mean you’ve never had a drink? Not ever?" I shouldn't have to feel embarrassed, I thought. I knew I had been brought up well. My parents had made it their number one priority: I had been home-schooled all of my life, outside what they saw as the corrupting influence of public schools, and my parents saw to it that temptations never, ever crossed my...
Illustrations by LunA 1. VIRGIN BLOOD "I'll do it." "You sure?" Detective Joe Pratt looked at his partner skeptically. Grace had been anxious about this case since the beginning, and this latest development did not exactly improve her state of mind. She clutched her file folders to her side nervously as she and Joe stepped into the elevator of the Havens...
Thursday, November 1st, 2012, 7:30am Sunlight streamed in through the window, warming my face and beating down hard through my closed eyelids. It soon left me no choice but to wake up. I opened my eyes and blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings. Then I remembered where I was, and what I was doing last night, and with whom. And I smiled the kind of smile tha...
Chapter 1. An ordinary detached house in a plain, unremarkable suburb, 65 miles from London. 44 Green Meadows was built, along with hundreds of others after the war. Rows and rows of neat, adequately maintained windows and neatly manicured lawns. Apple blossom trees evenly spaced outside every other house, and a post-box on the corner. You can hear the blac...
Heather McCreadie sighed as the ruined castle loomed closer. This unexpected storm had thwarted her plans for a good walk today and it was raining hard enough that she'd decided to take shelter and ride it out. Coming inside and dumping her rucksack by the door. Obviously she was alone, thirty miles north west of Inverness on a long walk to Ullapool. But no...
Author's Note: This story continues the story of Vance, Marcia's friend introduced in "Marcia Goes Back to School". I have made an effort to make sure that this chaptered story can be read as a stand-alone or as an episode in a continuing series of stories set in the fictional town of Torquay, Connecticut. Readers of my earlier works will be familiar with Mi...