***This is the story of Mary and Joseph, Jesus' parents. This is MY version of their romance and it has nothing to do with the real story. It's just my own story so please I do not tend to offend anyone here. Just enjoy.*** * Mary tossed her long dark brown hair out of her face. She struggled carrying two pales of water to take home to her family. The vill...
Forward First of all, I want to thank saddletramp1956 for agreeing to let me write this sequel to his story, "Necessities." I really liked that story (can you tell?), it had a lot of good elements: tongue-in-cheek storytelling, good parts of a burn the bitch story, but it seemed to lack a necessary ending. Cheeky, but it just didn't go far enough. Like I to...
A member of a Twitter writers’ community asked how authors should present their social and political ideals in their work. I responded to only include them if they are relevant to the story; not to hit readers over the head with them. So I apologize in advance if you have a headache from reading this. If you’re a troll, I’m sure you’ll find a lot of material...
I was nearly done fixing my neighbor's broken dryer, sweaty as could be, as it was already unseasonably warm for an afternoon in April, Saturday to be precise, when the door to the laundry room opened behind me. I wrapped up the last of the repairs before standing up to face whoever it was, thinking that it was Daisy Eisenstein, the sultry soccer mom who had...
Another week, another Friday night spent solo. Sitting at the computer terminal inside the Carleton University laboratory, Ishmael Rosenberg Teshale sighed deeply. It wasn't easy being him. He'd been living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for over a year and could still count his friends on one hand. Friday night and he had nothing better to do t...
I guess the word to describe my wife's attitude was "resigned." She did not especially approve of my little overnight trip, but she was willing to put up with it since I was going, approval or no. She did understand. Her chronic health problems had forced us to have a celibate existence for over six years. She knew I missed the intimacy more than she did....
The word "existence" is used in place of "life" because so far no one has been able to define what exactly life is. That has puzzled many, including Erwin Schrodinger, a Nobel winning physicist who wrote a book titled: "What Is Life". What's more, most of this existence is mostly unknown to most of us. For instance, while we sleep, we may toss and turn ever...
Note: This chapter contains mention of rape. Please do not read if this is something that makes you uncomfortable or may trigger any unpleasant memories for you. Any rude or unnecessarily judgmental comments on this and future stories will be deleted and blocked. Constructive criticism is great! Rude comments are not. Feel free to shoot me an email. *** A...
(Sequel to Sins of the Father and A Ladies Companion) "...And the rest of my estate, I leave to my wastrel son, Eric. The monies to be held in trust until he graduates from Harvard Business School or until one of his offspring beats him to it, on which day the entire trust shall devolve to that individual." I'm Eric and that was my father's last will and t...
In disgust, Jeffrey Greenberg flung his copy of The Wall Street Journal to the rich oriental carpet in his opulent office on the 24th floor of the Nova Center building in Phoenix. "That goddamn woman and her husband aren't going to draw a peaceful breath for the rest of their lives if I can help it," he snarled aloud. Striding to the open door of his mahoga...