Click. Scott spun around and his stomach sunk. "You should see your face! Bex, get a picture of this dweeb." "My phone's in the car. Hold on, I'll grab it." They'd locked him in. Worse, they were laughing about it. The car's headlights lit them from behind, turning them into menacing silhouettes. Scott stumbled to the towering gate and tugged on the ba...
This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
"Will you hurry up with that down there? My bedroom is a real mess, I can't get a good night's sleep like that." "Yes Sandy, I'm almost done." Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table, and Mary was on her knees wiping up a puddle of coke from the floor. After several hours of cleaning and washing for Sandy, she was almost resigned to her new situation. Just e...
Luckily, Erica's injuries did not turn out to be as serious as originally thought and the rash went away after 48 hours and no infections were detected. She was sent home with some antibiotics just in case there was something alien that had been put inside her during her traumatic experience. The worst part of the entire episode, Erica told me, was that she...
DR. Jean Marlin was a sex therapist. She had a big house and lived alone. Always busy working; the DR hired a cleaning agency to do her housework. They assigned an older gentleman who she met at their office while signing the paperwork. He was black in his late 40's. He seems to have been there a while so the DR had no reservations in giving the agency the c...
Mary couldn't get Jane's face out of her mind. "Can't you go any faster?" Sandy called out. Mary didn't think she could, but she tried. She was dragging Sandy's third and final pair of suitcases up the stairs. The third floor would have been no problem with the elevator; but Sandy wanted her to walk. Of course, Mary walked. Sandy giggled. Breathing heav...
The bottle hit the floor. The thick brown glass bottom gave an especially dark and heavy thud. I love that sound. It's the sound of familiarity, of being home, of not being shot at. The empty bottle spun in a circle as if to taunt me to play a game of truth or dare with myself. The TV had suddenly switched from late night re-runs of Columbo to a morning talk...
Jean and I had been together for two years when I met her friend Erica. I'd never been much of a ladies' man, shy and awkward were my calling cards, and the first time I saw Erica it was after she'd played tennis and Jean and I were meeting her for ice cream. She'd lived out of state for about three years and Jean and her had kept in touch by phone and emai...
Around 4 a.m., with my arms around Becky's warmth, my face nestled in her hair, I sank into a deep, Mariana Trench sleep. A sleep so ocean deep, nothing, short of a bomb planted by Jacques Cousteau under the bed, would wake me up. When I finally cracked opened my eyes, the clock next to the bed said it was 5 a.m.. After blinking out the blurriness, I reali...
The drive was a long one, but with every passing mile there were fewer cars on the road and as they disappeared off into the distance so too did my anxiety and frustrations. In its place came a mounting sense of excitement for what lay ahead. Soon I approached my destination and made the final turn off the main road, and onto what was barely more than a dirt...