Myself, my wife Sarah and the man she was pregnant by, Adam, had all assembled in the livingroom to discuss what Sarah termed "the situation." Our college-age daughter Jordan had just joined us. Her mother and I had never—well, not since she turned 18-hid the nature of our "open marriage" from Jordan, and now we were not about to hide from her the unexpected...
Laurel, the Vidset, and the Twins Part 1 It was a lonely Friday night for Professor Laurel Quaintance, the magnificent fiery Irish redhead. She decided to forgo the usual trip to one of the NIB's usual hangouts for singles. The linguist professor grew tired of the typical bullshit that made up the bars pickup lines and watered-down booze. Laurel decided to...
All characters are 18 years old unless otherwise stated. Thanks for everyone's patience between parts. I appreciate all the comments, feedback and votes. I'd like to give a big thanks to a real life Jessica for helping keep me on point while I write and again to Devir Ginator for all his help. You both are awesome! And we now return you to your regula...
This story is different from anything I've ever written thus far, because it's being told from two different points of view; one male, and the other female. Anyway, I hope you like it, and for those who don't, well, that's life, isn't it? MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ ME Hi, my name is Michael Thomas Taylor, but my friends all call me Mike. I stand six feet, two inc...
Note: This is a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #1, is called "Sarah." Thank you in advance for checking this out,...
By our final year of college, the Friday night dinner has become a tradition for us. It started late in year one, when some of the more culinarily challenged members of our group, like Nadia and Dani, complained that they haven't had a good home-cooked meal in ages. Nate, my ever-so-useful roommate, volunteered me to cook for them because I apparently impres...
Sarah dozed peacefully. The sounds of her husband Ralph getting up, dressing and leaving for work with a perfunctory peck on her cheek couldn't disturb her thoughts. Her brain was turning over the various emotions the last two days had generated in her, feelings she hadn't experienced before. A delightful frisson went through her body as she recalled her mys...
It is mid may, late in the afternoon. It is a gloomy day the dark clouds block out the sun, holding back the brightness and hope for the day. All through the day the darkness hung in the air like a wet towel. Rain had just finished, for now, and was preparing for its next downpour. There I am walking along, listening to my music, as I daydream to myself. I...
This story takes place in the near future after a brief nuclear war. There is a lot of plot, so if looking for instant gratification look elsewhere. The story follows the survivors in a fictional town with references to non-fictional places. Travis Outside Hardstorm: August 1st, 2052. Travis looked out through the window of the SUV. The rain pelting the...
She sat at the head of the table in her board room as her very persona wore the crown of business world royalty. She wore her dark grey Donna Karan suit the way a queen wears a royal cloak. Her decisions, her gestures and every syllable that rolled off her tongue altered destinies, molded the fabric of reality and kept the business world spinning at her whim...