Once again, the following morning I felt a little ashamed of myself, especially when I saw the underwear lying balled up beside the bed. Even so, there was still a sense of discovery. I felt that a door had been opened to a whole new world and it was, if nothing else, exciting. I fought any temptation to repeat that experience for three days. By mid-week h...
Stella looked at the clock. It was already 15 minutes past 5. She wanted to go home. After all, it was her first marriage anniversary. She wanted to go home early and cook something special for Jason. But as luck would have it, she had many files to work on. She knew that she was going to be late. Hoping that she could complete her work faster, she got busy...
We spent the virtually the whole flight in silence and didn't even hold hands. I spent the time deep in thought, and I guess Mel was too. I decided that I did indeed love Mel. She obviously had feelings for me but I wasn't sure how far they went or what exactly she wanted. Each time I had asked what she wanted, Mel wouldn't say. My thoughts all boiled dow...
Tommy called a few times during the week, again, like before. The poor kid didn't know how to deal with the relationship. All he knew about women from his point of view was "going steady", which only meant that was the only girl you were allowed to dance with at high school dances, and make out sessions in cars. I'd listen thoughtfully to what he had to say...
A strange sound caught his attention. Something not quite human; somewhere between a screech and a wail; the sound lonely, beseeching, yet predatory all at once. He turned upwards and saw the edge of a wing; feathers silken black in the morning light. The crow banked slowly, its wings curved precisely to catch the breeze as it glided higher and higher. It...
Chapter: November "Nightmares Are Made of This" Never quite even-handed or necessarily fair, life settles on the precipice of endless balances: wealth and poverty, ambition and apathy, love and hate, darkness and light... dreams and nightmares. Often it seems as if there is an excess of the bad and the good will never come, or not enough of the good, and t...
To Y.Z.: First of all, I just want to say no matter what I write in this letter, you need to know that I hate you. With every ounce of my being. You got under my skin in the most devilish way a man ever could and I will never forget it. I'm not sure where I should start, and honestly I never really know where to start with you. You were so absolutely wonde...
(This is the second chapter of my first longer story. Since my last submission I have learned two things. The first is that I did a lousy job of editing the first chapter. I hope I improved on that with this chapter. The second is that my first chapter was pretty short. This is one is about the same length as the first one, but I see it as Chapter 1b. The ne...
The wind gently rocks the car as Carley Stimmons drives down the empty highway to her long awaited destination. Snow blows diagonally across the windshield of her late model BMW. The dark interior in stark contrast to the sparkling snow. She sees the turn up ahead, her excitement builds exponentially. She hits the turn signal, thinking why bother when no one...
In God we trust, YOU pay cash. All characters are adults. ***** 'The Yukon Yankee Yodeler' wasn't high on my list of movies I wanted to see but my target was Canadian, and that's where he led me. He sat close to the screen, I sat behind and across the aisle from him. I was steeled for two hours of boredom. But it didn't happen. An hour before show time t...