III. - Sarah's Challenge When the doorbell rang, it didn't bother Sarah too much. It happened occasionally and she just ignored it. She certainly didn't want to let anybody in, even if it was one of her few more trusted friends. The risk of them finding out about her secret was just too big and on second or third glance, she couldn't explain the wetness on...
The shoujo magazine's office was a world removed from the cramped bedrooms and convention halls that Terry associated with comic production. It was on the eighteenth floor of a towering dark green office building, and staffed by the same army of cubicle-dwelling salarymen as all of the other businesses. As he passed by their workstations he noticed that ever...
There is a refrain from a song that keeps playing over and over in my head. I don't even remember for sure where it came from. I think it was something from the Kingston Trio back in the mid to late Sixties although I wouldn't bet on it. It goes: "What to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor early in t...
Into the most mundane of lives can come unexpected adventures, offering no clue as to how they will play out. Consider the case of young Adam Wylie. On that warm May afternoon in 1887, he rested, at peace with the world, on the front porch of his Aunt Sophie's farmhouse where he had lived most of his life. A cabriolet, with a plume of dust trailing behind,...
"Oh, Sean!" "Oh, Shauna!" "Oh, Sean!!" "Oh, Shauna!!!" We both roll around the bed laughing with abandon. I'm sure the neighbors are rolling their eyes and I tell you so. You reply, "They probably just wish they were having this much fun." Slowly, your smile softens. You reach your hand out and cup my cheek. I take a deep, deep breath, my grin slipping a...
(This is a continuation of the first story that I wrote for publication. Having reviewed the story again, I began to see the possibility of new themes here.) * "I have a skirt and blouse for you too, if you need them." Deedee said. "I love this, Deedee!" Beth said, fingering diamond and the velvet collar. Deedee also had a black raincoat for Beth to wea...
DEATH BY EMAIL By: Hungry Guy and Romangirl This story was co-written by two authors working together. Hungry Guy wrote the part of Snuffher. Romangirl responded to his words and actions as Gabriella. After reading one of Hungry Guy's stories, Romangirl actually began writing to him, asking if he would create a story involving her as the "damsel in distres...
I. Twas never my wish to be wedded to such a creature, to marry such a beast of a man. But he was in truth a devious trickster who made himself to seem a fair and honest lord. There seems little doubt that my mother and father were blinded by his great riches and refined manners, and of course, so was I. Yet there must have been something more. Call it sor...
Sunday, November 28, 2004 Michael called from the airport earlier than when he was expected in so we sent Simone, Monica and Katrina to retrieve him from curbside. It's about a 20 minute drive from where we are to the airport so it would be a quick trip there, but a longer drive coming back as Monica and Katrina had a special gift to give to him for the ri...
Ted cruised slowly through his old neighborhood. Much had changed, but the Carmichael house still stood. He smiled, remembering the Carmichael girls, Cynthia, and Ann. Cynthia was his age, Ann four years younger. He’d worshipped Cynthia, but he lived in a ramshackle farmhouse across the creek, while they were well-to-do. Her father disapproved of him, and h...