The first rays of the orange golden sun peek over the mountains to warm Mother Earth. Could spring be on its way to the valley once again? The plants raise leaves and turn to worship the sun in all her glory, rebirth. But today in this quiet glen more than growth will take place as a soft wind stirs the dark green grasses. A dance older than time will take p...
As I get closer to the door, I can see there is a note attached to the front door. As I get close enough to read it, I see that she is awaiting my arrival. Out of politeness, I knock on the door and wait a moment. Then the door opens. It is Robert. He is partially dressed in a tuxedo and it appears he is getting ready for an evening out. I say good evening t...
Here I sit in this hotel, awaiting a Master that is supposed to punish me for being bad. I have to be punished to be able to go back Home. Luckily, a mortal here has agreed to bring me together with a Master than can punish and correct me with honor and respect. She believes He is an angel on earth. We shall see. I know that you are puzzled now, as I said a...
Suddenly awake you know without reaching that I am not beside you in the tent. The whoops from the beach below let you know I am enjoying an early morning surf. Your thoughts drift to licking the fresh saltiness on me not unlike those oysters we snatched from the rocks yesterday. With no need to dress at this deserted part of the coast you wander away from...
To the literary purists -- This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. * This story takes place 15 years ago when I was in my mid-forties, with a wife and a pre-teen boy. We used to head to a lake...
"I'm sorry, since you left, I've become too lax with the Order." Began Sir Glen as he paced across the foot of the bed. His cane thumped along as he walked. Leif could tell that it was late for the man. -When did the venerable Sir Glen become susceptible to the humility of aging?- "You shouldn't have come here. Tonight is for you and Laurie." "Laurie under...
Breakfast was a quiet affair between Jean, Laurie and Sir Glen. "Thank you Sir Glen for last night. You were kind to let Laurie stay with me." Jean's voice was soft and timid. Laurie reached over and squeezed her hand. "Think nothing of it Jean. It is our pleasure as long as you stay here with us." "Where is your Master?" a roar bounced in the empty entry...
After spending the night at my boss' house and leaving at the same time as him, there was little chance of me being late today and I was beginning to learn that deliberate disobedience earned me a little more punishment than I wanted. And so Wednesday passed with no notable incident, other than you reminding me at hometime that I was to write another story a...
Chapter 2: Discussion All week I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, knowing I couldn't appear too anxious, but at the same time I was desperate to return to Jason. He was all I could think about during the week. His handsome face, that muscular body, and the huge bulge he sported in his sweatpants. I kept thinking about what he might look like without...
(First of all I apologize for the use of Part instead of Chapter in the last installment. Secondly that chapter was edited by Larry Lancaster (who I would hope might also edit this Chapter) and I accepted a lot of his suggestions. I say this because if you find any errors then they are the spots where I rejected Larry's suggestions. If you like the way parts...