Meeting someone is like walking into the middle of a story; one where there's no beginning that defines who the characters are. If you're sincerely interested, you have to stick around and read between the lines, as well as spend a lot of time listening. Only then will you begin to understand what drives people to be who they are. This story is like that. Y...
A lot's happened in the last fourteen months. Last year, in June, my son graduated from high school. Jake was accepted to a good college and better yet he was awarded a full scholarship. Holly and I wanted to show how proud we were of his hard work so we threw a big house party. He invited all of his friends. The whole house was open. In hindsight I suppose...
It was Saturday morning three weeks after the New Year ball. I had already taken our two kids to their regular sporting activities – in this case soccer training for both of them - while my lovely, unfaithful wife Alice was still sleeping the sleep of the not-very-innocent. The day was beautiful; cold and bright. I had just changed into my running kit for...
Chapter Sixty-Three: Making a Deal I spoke to Greagoir, Irving, Alim, Tanar, and the nameless templar. "There's more. Because it turns out that I am not a mage; I'm a templar. Without training, without Lyrium, and without the Chantry." Tanar smiled slightly, and Irving nodded thoughtfully; Alim looked a little bit nervous, but glanced at Irving and the l...
Imagine a little girl, a precocious happy pretty little girl, in her very own backyard on her very own tricycle pedaling around and around on the gravel driveway where her daddy parks his car. It's late March and the wind is howling. It's that time of year, one of the waning days of another cold dark winter, and 'the old man' wasn't quite ready to surrender...
-The Full Moon Retreat- Episode: The First Search and Rescue Mission Chapter 6: The face of God... To the Reader: Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter posted to the website. Had quoted the entire poem "High Flight" in the accreditation at the end of the story. Thanks for the time that you have taken to read, rate, and to comment on this story, th...
The ending of "Leaving It All Behind" left most readers wondering, "why?". Kate told me we should rewrite it, this time with the ending she wanted. (I think her exact words were, "You and your damn film noir endings!") This story mostly stays the same until the last three scenes, so no need to read "Leaving... ", this is a standalone story. We hope you lik...
It's been a while. Lost my computer and everything on it. Got a bit depressed. But now I am trying to get back, so I wrote this and have entered it into the winter contest. Please vote, but more importantly comment. I really need to hear what you think. Ever since I was a child I have loved the holidays. I love the food, the drink, the presents and all of t...
I sat at home for the third day after my wife and the love of my life had left on her business trip. I kept consoling myself with the fact that she would be home in a week and a half. This may sound sappy, but the truth was that this would mark the longest we had been apart since we first started becoming close back in college. We had been just friends for t...
This is dedicated to "Tex." Thank you for the "inspiration." Thank you, as always, to Ted and Enrique for their insights as to the way sex feels from the male perspective. Thanks also to the lovely Kat for her editorial assistance. ***** He was dead tired from traveling all day long. The drive from Texas to St. Louis was a killer, but he hated flying. It...