MORNING | DOIN' JUST FINE The metal guardrails had greyed, and the cement blocks which contained them had chipped and cracked. The wooden boards upon which those blocks sat had begun to splinter and bend from years of weather and heavy foot traffic. Avery barely recognized the spot where he stood. In front of him was a statue of a long-dead boy, important...
I hope you enjoy this story. This story is being told primarily by Merilee but her daughter, Cherry will also speak. There is a little rough sex in this story. If that offends you, you may want to skip this story. Edited by DRGRiffin Introduction My name is Merilee. I am what most people would call trailer trash. I have always been trailer trash. My mot...
(Author's note: It seems funny to say that I'm "dating" an older man. When you're in your forties and your lover passes sixty, you would think there was some more adult word for it besides "dating". Dating is for teenagers and twenty-something's that think they know everything, but actually know almost nothing. Whatever you call Donald's and my relationship,...
Pulling up to Emma's house I waited in the Astra and put some music on. It was one of the cleaner streets I had been on. There were trees where I had parked, saplings held with stakes in the earth, one every forty metres on both pavements. The bins had been put out for tomorrow. I saw a fluttering of curtains in the window of Emma's house and recognised th...
"Well, the guestroom's ready!" I told my wife with mixed feelings. I saw her smile wanly through the screen on my phone. At any other time, it would've seemed silly to be videochatting with someone who was in the same house at the same time, but my poor wife's pretty immobile these days. She let out an exhausted 'Yaaaaay' as I flipped the camera from the...
Chapter 1 If someone were to ask just who “she” was, I wouldn’t be able to answer, as I hadn’t the slightest clue. A hallucination? Some kind of angel? For the past five years, I would greet each morning with the last warm fingers of a dream clinging to my mind. I’d roll on my side, and lying next to me would be a girl of my age, but with beauty unmatched by...
I've really been flying through these chapters, much faster than I had anticipated. At any rate, I wouldn't count on this sudden spur of motivation on my part to last (especially with Spring Break coming up so soon), so the following chapters may well take a while to get to you, but I'll still try to get them out there as fast as I can. I'm totally amazed by...
I had met my Lenna, my wife of nearly fifteen years, years ago at school the following Monday after I had thrown a party at my parent's farm for a bunch of my buds because they were away. I had got a friend of my parents who worked for us to get me a couple of bottles of sour mash. My cousin Terry had gotten pissed eyed drunk, which for him at that age did...
I was bored. Miserably, horribly, completely bored. When the fall semester began the drunken frat party that was Halloween on my college campus was the furthest thing from my mind. I was 28, unmarried, and teaching was getting stale. I was involved with my church group; oddly enough our occasional missions to forsaken hellholes actually provided me with a...
The line of mourners moved slowly, with each person having their moment to pay their respects to the late Gerald Dunleavy. Me, I didn't care about Gerald Dunleavy. The guy was a proper bastard in life, so why pay him any respect in death? Instead, I was here because I needed a few days away from my crumbling life. It seemed like a good opportunity to return...