Hi Folks. Here I am with another tale of romance, betrayal, and woe with a few Mustangs and a bit of hope sprinkled in for good measure. I'm joined as usual by the incomparable Mikothebaby on the figurative red pen, crossing out my many grammatical and punctuation errors and giving you a story that is more easily read. The weird thing about it is that when s...
Ben Meir, a firefighter so very far from Kansas, tapped his fingers nervously along the padded handrail inside the elevator. Even the Muzak seeping out of the speakers didn't settle his jitters. Attending a fire safety trade show, Ben wasn't concerned about the conference; there was another show he was more interested in. When the elevator's doors opened, h...
The Lemanns: Jeff and Wendy Lemann had been married for nine years. Both were 33 years old and both had worked for the same corporation, Hamilton Electronics, for the last eight years. Although employed by the same firm, their job responsibilities were very different, and consequently, they worked in different divisions of the firm. Jeff was the vice-presid...
My thanks to NaughtyAngel1369 for al her help with this story. The story is set in the 1960s when things were a lot different. It reads a lot better following her assistance. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1 - A Working Man's Tale My given name is Charles or Charlie Givens, but due to circumstances I have been nicknamed Gimpy for so many years now that I re...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
THOSE DAYS OF SURPRISES Chapter 56 Barbara's Bed I was so preoccupied with the procession of memories that talking to Barbara had stirred up that at first I really didn't notice the time passing. Sheila, I supposed I'd have to call her my first love - the things we'd done to and for each other during those early weeks, Greta and the tiff her blatant come...
I like hardboiled film noir, especially Raymond Chandler. Noir means "dark "and this piece is certainly that. I am exploring why people do self-destructive things. None of the characters are angels. But no one is completely evil either; with one glaring exception – Thanks for reading me – DT ***** I was at a two-top in Sheffield's. They were sitting in the...
Author's Note: Someone far smarter than I once said: "Every love story is a ghost story, and vice versa." This is a long, slow piece without a much sex, and what sex there is, isn't very explicit. So, please stop here if that's what you're looking for. The idea here came to me during a very dark time, and the humor of it was exactly what I needed then. I...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
So much for writing again, I write out a quick chapter to get back into the swing of things and it takes me forever to complete the next one. I did take an extended break on this one to write out a story for the Winter Holidays contest and I didn't even finish that on time. So that'll go on the back burner for next year and I'll try to get this damn thing fi...