INTERLUDE John was about three quarters of the way asleep in his bed in Takoma Park when his astral self started to rise from his body. John was surprised but did not disturb his trance-like state. He had had several experiences like this in the past. He met it with a sleepy rush of excitement. John’s spirit slid off his body. Making fists he put his hands...
Copyright 2017 by RWSTEWARD All rights reserved. Reposting without written permission prohibited. From my point of view any door that's open was an invitation for people to look inside. That's exactly what I did. There were several pianos that appeared well worn, and I carefully sat down in front of one. My fingers moved along the ivory keys, and before I k...
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Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
1 'Do you Darren Speck take this beautiful fuckin' fine-ass piece of cherrypie to be your beautiful fuckin' lawful wedded wife, booooooy,' said the geezer of a priest, doing some hip thing with his fingers at the end. 'Booooy!' he repeated; and straight after that he did a groovy little moonwalk across the stage, his gleaming black shoes gliding smoothly a...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
Chapter 1: Don't Croc the Boat If Michael had known his future would have involved rowing a boat... he would have definitely worked more on his upper-body strength. Those crew jocks he remembered from high school all seemed to be practicing for something that would never be useful, like learning how to apply a mustard plaster or stealing cable. But here he...
Chapter 14 53. Home, but not alone They left West Virginia at 7 AM. William was not taking any chances that Jemma was going to get home before he was. He nearly broke protocol when they pulled up in front of his Brownstone. Frank blocked his attempt to open the car door, and asked him what the fuck he was doing. "I have to get ready for my wife, otherw...
CHAPTER 1 - INITIAL DISCOVERIES "I pulled that alien probe into the bay." Fos'Selae said, nudging her sister as she walked across the bridge. "And what have you found in it? I assume you have torn it open and studied it inside and out?" Bae'Selae asked, looking back at her from the central console. "I have. Inside was a large amount of data on a planet an...
No Tan Lines Winter in Florida, a Girl, a Guy, and a Boat By Chloe Tzang © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts the right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of bri...