I woke up and had no idea where I was. The room was like a prison cell. I was strapped to a steel bunk that was bolted to the wall. I was lying atop a thin mattress and covered with a coarse wool blanket. There was a stainless steel toilet and sink bolted to the concrete wall. The toilet had no seat; you sat on the bare metal. There were two rolls of toilet...
A few weeks ago I was at Victoria Coach Station in London, about to board a night bus to Aberdeen, where I'm at university -- a journey of over 500 miles, and 12 hours. Just before I set out for the coach station I'd had a huge row with my fiancée, and I was feeling fed up and not looking forward to a long, uncomfortable, exhausting journey. Given the argume...
Brenda's blue eyes danced over her coffee cup as she looked at me. Those eyes always captivated me, ever since we met in the 5th grade. I developed a huge crush on her then, and during our senior year, we spent a couple of months in a torrid affair, wearing ourselves out with each other until I left for college the year Nixon resigned. An occasional Christma...
Close your eyes and listen to these sounds. The instant coffee granules fall off the spoon and swish into the coffee mug. The teaspoon clinks against the china. The fridge opens with that characteristic sucking as the magnetic rubber seal is broken open. The milk carton scrapes against the plastic as it is withdrawn from the fridge door shelf. The electric k...
Home from work on Wednesday afternoon, Valentine's Day, Emily was ablaze and I could not be happier. Nine a.m. to six p.m. Monday through Friday I was a wage slave. For twenty-four years five months twelve days I had served honorably in the United States Navy on arduous sea duty and isolated shore assignments working strange hours, standing duty every few...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = What do you do when you receive a text that says, "Break me!"? This short story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a "technical advisor" for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which...
In the Castle of the Hawks, some days later, Emma, clad in her 'Story of O' outfit, was polishing the large walnut dining table, when she noticed a small door in the corner of the room. She quietly crossed over to the door and to her surprise, it opened and there was a staircase leading down -- but to where? Later, when she was in her room -- her cell. She...
Sleeping with the Enemy QUICK NOTE: This story is essentially the second chapter of my attempt to turn "Sexual Healing" into a novel, re-titled and posted as a love story...there is no real sex in this story, so keep that in mind...thanks to all who have been asking about it, and thanks for reading... Chapter 2. Failure. There are some events in a man's l...
The tell tale signs of rising dust from a four wheel drive could be seen before she could hear the vehicle approaching; one of the benefits of living on a massive station in the dry Australian outback. She had learned to live out here over the last 13 years since she had married Tom and new all of the local tricks. She was happy out here: 2 kids, now at boar...
I want to thank Jerry Olsen AKA jlo24601 for helping me edit Nurse's Night and Nurse's Day. He is wonderful and easy to work with. Lord knows I never could spell or punctuate properly. I'll have to work out a payment plan for him. * Wade, the nurse anesthetists walked onto the unit to check on one of his patients who had just had a hernia repair. The pati...