Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn't get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually abou...
I'm not exactly sure why my mother and I were never close. I suppose it was because of how I saw her treat my dad. He was constantly being criticized for some sin or other; usually minor and often unjustified. It seemed like he had lived his whole married life in this state of harassment and I often wondered why he had married her when she was so obviously u...
This is a follow on from "A Christmas Gift..." This has taken a little bit of writing over the last little while. Apologies for taking so long. It's a continuation from the story of Ben and Clarissa from "A Christmas Gift But Not For Me". ***** I woke with a raging thirst. I had forgotten how the British central heating systems work in winter - not conten...
"It's a man's world and it's tough to be an independent woman" some say, but I tend to disagree. My name is Samantha, before I prove my point, let me tell you few words about myself. I am thirty seven years old, but remain in a perfect shape; I eat well, exercise regularly and use all the latest cosmetics that supposedly stop the process of aging. All these...
Chapter 24 Vesper had no idea how much nonhumans enjoyed dancing until she watched all of the attendants at her wedding dance on top of what should be an incredibly cold mountain. It should have felt absolutely frigid outside during her wedding, the cake, and the dancing after, but it wasn't. She actually felt quite flushed as she danced against her husband...
My wife Claire is a pretty little thing. Even after ten years of marriage, she's still as cute as she was when I first met her. Her shoulder length blonde hair still has the same lustre and her green eyes still have the same mischievous sparkle that drew me to her that night when I met her in our first year at college. She's no longer the slim and petite typ...
Thanks to Yorkie Chai for the edit * Jack sat in his darkened office, staring into nothing. Nothing. That described his marriage to perfection: nothing. The shock had long since worn off, replaced by . . . nothing. No anger. No grief. Just empty; a hollow void. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what to do next; unpredictability, a new concept...
It's about 10 AM and the doorbell rings. "Probably just a delivery, I'll get it in a minute." But it rings again, so I leave my office at the back of the house to see who's at the door. As I come down the hallway I can see it's Jada, the 18 year old black girl from next door. (I know she's 18 because her birthday is exactly a month before mine, and we've bee...
My thanks to Sylvia, my dear friend, and Scintillating, my editor. * * * * * Last year, I had occasion to discuss the qualities of love with a dear friend of mine, who was online, and to whom I wished to express how much I cared. I did not wish to sound too shallow and not convey what I wanted to by saying, "I really care for you" or "You're special to me...
Cassidy Meadows looked across the booth at the man seated on the opposite side. Although she had dated him for five years, at that moment, Cassidy thought that Brad Frazier looked like a complete stranger. And, in a way, Cassidy had to admit, at that moment, perhaps he was. It had taken all of Cassidy's courage to work up the nerve to confront Brad. Althoug...