Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
This is a work of fiction. None of the characters are underage or any age. You don't know them, no matter how much you think you do, because they are not real people. I made them up. What I am really looking for here is feedback. I want to know if it entertained. If it did not, I would like to know why. Was it incongruities? Was it unrealistic size? Was it...
The tiny pharmacy on the outskirts of Rome, New York had never been overly prosperous in the almost 40 years that Arthur Oglethorpe had owned it, and with the coming of the giant chain stores that had begun to creep into the small city the future was none too bright. Since the aging pharmacist had no plans to work much longer, the dubious future didn't conc...
Here in the desert, the sun knew no mercy. Imutai tried not to slouch on her horse, but the leaden heat crushed her, squeezing the sweat from her sun-abused skin, parching her throat and chapping her lips. But Imutai did not complain. Born in the saddle and reared on the wind-battered steppes, she had learned never to complain, but only to grit her teeth a...
Dear Readers - After too much delay, here is the next installment of Marsha, Scott, and Mark's adventures with the CIA and its adversaries. ***** The CIA Doublecross - Part 3 - A Future in Idaho We were being seated in the Boise State faculty club dining room and I was doing my panicked best to decide how to handle the fact that our CIA contact, Mark Coop...
David had been gone for two weeks when my parents decided to come to town for a visit. They stayed in town for 4 days. I spent some time showing them around town and introduced them to my friend Amy. Amy knew they were pretty conservative and religious so she had promised to be on her best behavior when they were around. Amy played the sweet, innocent girl...
Three years ago my wife Courtney, and I (Kevin), seemed to live for the Arts. We weren't the least bit pretentious (at least I hope that we weren't), we just liked art of almost any type. Dutch cityscape paintings, primitive African sculptures, pre-Colombian masks, Salvador Dali murals -- we loved them all. Our house was adorned with the best original art th...
Part 2: Skeeter in the Wind Skeeter drove Mike’s truck down a narrow lane beneath a canopy of Spanish moss hanging from massive limbs. The predawn light was bright enough that the trees were casting shadows, the limbs’ rough bark becoming a texture you could see, a texture that her eyes seemed to enjoy caressing. Or maybe it was the drugs. It didn’t matt...
By the time the third pot of coffee had made it's way around the fourth floor Marketing offices of Ledtech Medical Software Inc., the four women inhabiting the crowded work space were finally focused enough to get on with the day's work. The fact that each of them had just endured the same soggy and cold early November morning commute didn't help their colle...
It was a quiet Friday night for Ellie. She'd had a long week, working extra hours three of the five days. There had been a possibility that her lover would come see her tonight but at the last minute, he'd texted her to say that it wasn't possible. He was giving someone a ride to their Friday night basketball game. She considered going to see them play, a...