Author's note: After several submissions, I must confess I have not been able to correctly predict the ratings my stories receive. No biggie. I have found out that there are a bunch of frustrated English teachers who seem to delight in finding spelling and grammatical errors. To you with that inclination, I promise to keep you busy. There is also a group who...
This is a recent autobiography; however sex tragic one of me, Laura. Nickname: Vixxx. Aka: Wanton Vixxxen. Wife {twice over} mother to six {NEVER over} grandmother of thirteen and still counting with the youngest chick getting married and leaving the roost next year. Interior designer/ retail merchandiser by day; writer by night and Dominatrix anywhere in- b...
John-Paul Jackson grew up with his older brothers, David, John-Luke, and John-Mark, on the Mississippi side of the River. Their daddy, Isaac, and their momma, Ruth, raised the four boys on a 20 acre farm near the River, raising cotton, and enough corn, beans, and potatoes to keep the family fed. Every year they would butcher a hog and a calf to keep meat in...
After over forty submissions, this is my first Contest story. Hope you like it. One I always hated Hallowe'en. Even when I was a kid I thought it was tacky and nasty and never wanted to dress up as a vampire or a wizard to extort treats from neighbours. Just what possessed me to attend a Hallowe'en party that night took a while to sink in, but when it did...
Here's the last part if anyone is still out there. 11 DOTS MERGE. On the third day of the third month, on my birthday, and on the birthdays of my sisters and of all our children, I passed Jerry his third son. I admit I felt a bit silly in the pink sheer nighty, but hey. Jerry was so proud he cooed like a dove. I glanced down toward Pinkie's bed and s...
Tammy wasn't the only member of her family that happened to be summoned to downtown Montgomary that fateful afternoon. She knew her husband Carl had run up a few gambling debts from his Sunday afternoon football failures, but he had told Tammy that the total was only around $400. In reality, the closer sum of Carl Scroggins's ignorance was approaching $4,00...
Once upon a time there was a little village whose hills were covered in mountain mint. In the village there lived a merchant whose greed was matched only by his ambition. Though his fistful ways were well known, haggard women could still be coaxed to tell his tale, a tale of wistfulness and despair. Long ago, or so they say, the merchant had fallen in love w...
(Bridget has been talking to me again. As always, when the story she relates is from her centuries as a vampire, the tale is from "Bridget's Nights". Since this one taking place after she became human again it is from her "Days". The movie line she thinks of in the old mine is from the John Wayne movie "The Cowboys".) My sword whistled through the air as I...
Even the brightest, and most task oriented among us, can occasionally be consumed by digital quicksand. Forty-seven year old Dinah Lebowitz didn't have many bad habits, but losing hours of sleep late at night on the internet had become one of them. Bathed in the hazy blue light radiating from her computer screen beside her bed, time often seemed to bend. Wh...
The wind blew restlessly, scattering leaves and dust in its path. Though it chilled, Allie did not pull her coat tighter, or shiver in the dimly lit dusk. The stars were already overhead and she walked with steady resolve along the drive towards her ancestral home. When she had played here as a child, tall sycamores had lined the cobbled path and the wildern...