Why do we still think airports are places of glamour? Why not call them the meat-packing factories they are, pushing long sausages of passengers' flesh through portals and detector gates? Tourists, businessmen, and all kinds of other travelers milled around the halls and corridors of Washington's Dulles International Airport, spreading sweat and heat and...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
This story is dark. Hurtling along in the dark midnight hours at 75 miles per hour, down a long straight stretch of Arizona Interstate 10-a road to nowhere in particular and everywhere specifically-I become lulled by the monotony of the ride. I'm Bill Dolezol. I'm about 6' around 200 pounds, a little bit overweight, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. I began...
Sharon walked out of the grocery store carrying her meager purchases. She headed briskly to her car, opened the trunk and put the sacks inside. She was feeling better, the medicine the Doctor gave her earlier that morning was certainly helping. The depression had been deep, so deep She could very nearly not function. But she had to manage somehow, her litt...
Living down under, we've had the dangers of too much sun exposure drummed into us for a number of years. The depletion of the ozone layer is said to be responsible for the increase in the numbers of skin cancers, scary stuff really. On a Sunday morning, my current girlfriend and I were relaxing in bed after a more than satisfying sexual romp; we were much to...
Note to readers: I wrote this with assistance from my friend. This is all fictional, nothing real about it. Enjoy! Shawn arrived at Changed Outlook a little before opening. He had a lot of paperwork to get done and inventory to put away for the Valentine's Day rush. Business started picking up weeks before that day. He never understood how so many found his...
This is a follow up on my previous story, Dust in the Wind. Knowing that (long) story may put things into context. 'Dust in the Wind' – the title of the first story – was obviously borrowed from a song by the rock band 'Kansas'; For the current story, I had the emotional song 'Why' from the Scottish singer 'Annie Lennox' on my mind. This story is not based...
A Novel by Paris Waterman ***** An Inauspicious Beginning, But a Start Nonetheless Los Angeles 1999 With nothing better to do, Robert (Dutch) Perry found himself at a combination jazz/wine festival at Venice Beach. Eyeing the women as they walked, sauntered, or roller skated past, while listening to the bossa nova sound of a Stan Getz imitator who wasn't...
Special Agent Dale Cooper was just returning to the Great Northern after a foray into the woods. He stood before the doors of the elevator, frowning slightly at the floor, his hands clasped behind his back. There was a gentle crease of concentration between his dark eyebrows as he pondered the facts of the day. The visit to Margaret's cabin had brought to li...
I feel compelled to start with a warning. If you've read my stuff before, you've probably noticed the frequent apologies for long wait times between chapters due to medical school. I haven't actually used much of that experience in my writing up until this story. It is also based on my time volunteering in a field hospital (though not one as extreme as this...