Pt3: Resurgent Star Part 3 of 5. Back to the usual interview/flashback style. * Interviewer: With the successful release of 'More Dirty Work' I'm at the home of Karen Carragher and Dave Gerrard to discuss the difficult path to making what has turned out to be an astonishingly successful sequel. It started with the announcement of the film that re-united...
Sometimes, it seems, mother nature is too much inclined to shower her blessings on one individual. Bob Hale certainly was one of them. he was well-endowed in every respect. He had brains, and clear skin that would not have looked amiss in a fashion model, a symmetrical face whose perfection made girls gasp, a glorious built, beautiful eyes and wavy dark hair...
This is a work in progress between myself and my partner who is not signed on here but he's a good guy who has the better half belonging to my own main character. I hope to get this published with his help but we'll see what happens as this story unfolds. Forgotten Realms is a copyright of Wizards of the Coast, where this story takes place. Chapter 1 and P...
This story is a continuation of "A Wife's Redemption Day 01". As background, Dean discovered that his wife had cheated while on a business trip and she has agreed to do anything he wants for three days for redemption. ***** CHAPTER 6 I spent the rest of the day wandering the mall and replaying the excitement from the day in my mind. I picked out a variety...
Who, what, where, when, why? Have I lost the trail again? Have I lost myself in the moment and forgotten how to breathe? How to think? How to remember? This is all I know in those panicked minutes. That they come, moments when I lose my grip and tumble, and that I have to focus, focus, focus. When I find myself in a car, in a bed, in a room, and I find nothi...
He stared at his empty luncheon plate. The fish and chips and pint of bitters had not eased his misgivings or quenched his need for relaxation and redemption. Memories of the Spanish sunshine had quickly faded replaced by his son's excuses, which had started even before he finished parking the motorhome in its designated spot on the farm. The promised work h...
In light of the mass murder shootings of 32 innocent people and the suicide of the shooter at Virginia Tech by automatic handguns, I write this essay in anger, disgust, and sadness. May God rest their poor souls. Unfortunately, too often, the words sex and violence are linked together. Sex and violence have nothing to do with one another. Sex and violence s...
I am working on the continuing parts of Wolfblood but ideas and writing never quite go as one plans. Admittedly, it's taking longer than I expected but I am working on it. In the meantime, this is one of those ideas that occurred to me and I have decided to keep it here while I work out a few more chapters. It's darker than Wolfblood and won't be so fluffy b...
When you're the height of the average Ewok, and gettin' laid more than Home Depot linoleum, you don't ask questions. Kinkier than an aged garden hose, she was primed for dong like a virgin on her wedding night. Unfortunately, my trustworthy, metallic mare gravitated towards a pothole I'd passed, sans incident, thousands of time prior. The online classified...
After the service, Mrs. Jones told her family she would meet them at home. She walked back into the church and turned towards the confessional. She paused for a moment and then stepped in. "Forgive me father for I have sinned." "Mrs. Jones, is that you? How long has it been since your last confession, my child?" "Two days, father." "Two days? What brings...