* * * The trip overseas failed to progress beyond talk and dreams. The drummer for Tales of The Blind developed bronchitis, causing the cancellation of the summer tour. Other conflicts nixed taking the trip as a vacation. Joe was called away to Denver to help button up Carter's encryption technology, and Ashley went with him. She still insisted she wouldn't...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
This is a little unusual for me since I tried to implement a different format feature for the first time. Sometimes these don't work as well as you would like. **** How do I start this story? Ellen and I married young and retired young, and what? We failed retirement 101? We are lost in a sea of opportunity and we are clueless? How about, I wake up every...
Author's Note: This very short novel is a result of a writing challenge called NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. It is currently a hot topic on the Author's Hangout, if you'd like to learn more. Please remember that the point of this challenge was word count and not quality....
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13: Jamaican Fun (Copyright 2000. By Paul. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. Click Here to listen to Chapter 1. Click Here to listen to Chapter 2. Click Here to listen to Chapter 3. Click Here to listen to Chapter 4. Click Here to listen to Chapter 5. Click Here to listen to Chapter 6. Click Here...
The room was heaving with bodies, some famous, but mainly music exec types and those looking to land themselves a contract or a rock star for the night. I was glad. All my hard work had paid off. I hated event organising and I'd really expected when I took this job 18 months ago, that the work would be more of the hands on personal assistant kind the job spe...
Prologue. Late Summer 1943 – Suffolk, England. Katie opened the front door and froze. A grim faced postman stood on the doorstep with an ominous looking telegram in his hand. He silently handed it to her, and Katie shut the door before he had a chance to offer her his sympathy. She had been expecting this, she had not heard from Stephen for many months, sh...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
Dear reader, I've written this story for the inaugural 'In a Sunburned Country Event', for both my enjoyment and yours. I self-edited, and although I've proof-read several times, the time came when I needed to stop playing with it and put it out there. Anyhow, I've found the best way to discover an error is to publish, so apologies for any mistakes. The ev...
This is my entry for Summer Lovin' 2020. It's set in 2019 for two reasons: 1) I wrote it last year in hopes of submitting it for Summer Lovin' 2019; 2) It wouldn't be the same were it set in 2020 amid the coronavirus mess. I didn't publish it last year because it's my first attempt at writing an interracial story and I wanted to check some parts by Black pe...