A Story by XXscribbler Preliminary note to my readers: this is an old story, written very early in my career, and stowed away for years. I'm not really happy with it - the tale seems (now) a bit heavy in the last half. But it is FUN in its own way. Here it is for what it's worth. Cheers! Airports themselves were okay, it was the cell phones that he hated....
Chapter 1 Palmer McIntyre sat on his porch enjoying the morning view of the shallow valley below. The narrow-broken skyline of Gallatin, Missouri could be seen peeking between the rustling tips of lush green trees in the distance. Listening to the morning news on the old radio, a broadcast caught his attention. "This is Roger Cross with breaking news; A...
or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...
Authors Note. Here's final part of the story. Thanks to all that liked the first two parts and I hope you like this part just as much, if not more. Don't really know if I'll take this one any further at this time. A lot depends on the overall response's to the whole story. Thanks to all that sent the emails, it's appreciated. I hope you enjoy this as muc...
It was still dark when I awakened on Sunday morning. I knew it was morning only because the digital clock by my bed read 5:00 AM. Even though I was in my own bed in my own apartment, something seemed strange, wrong, out of place, out of focus. Oh. I was still dressed. How did that happen? Finally, my confused 'Why am I awake this early, lying in bed, an...
Chapter 21 Spring still seemed a distant hope as the winter wind continued to howl through the streets. Sitting on a bench outside the library, Don carefully nibbled on a steaming hot pasty. Once he had finished eating, Don tossed the wrapper towards a nearby bin, then sighed as it deflected off the shaft of a broken umbrella. He jumped from the bench befo...
I awakened Sunday morning about 7 a.m. after sleeping for just under ten hours. Though I never drank alcohol or used drugs, my head felt like it was full of clothes dryer lint. And my body. Owww! I was still stiff and sore from the sexual workout Emily had put me through on Saturday at her place. Since I am eleven years younger than her and still swim twic...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History, numerous Mythologies and Linguistics; be warned* *Professional, conscript, or volunteer – they all have run away from battle.* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* A Note on terminology and the metaphor of Cael's World T...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity,...
======================== She's desperate for help. The only question is how desperate? This is an entry in the SUMMER LOVIN STORY CONTEST 2012. It's a little long - I'd normally break it up into two or three chapters, but as a contest entry, I made it one big story. ======================== "Mom, gimme a break! I only got back from college two days ago....