It Started in the Bushes Whew, I'd done it again; score one for the "hot" old woman I thought. OK so I hadn't run a marathon, or a 10K. Alright all I'd really done was to push a double stroller with 2, energetic 2 year olds, who really could have and should have walked the 50 yards from my car to the rubberized playing surface themselves. That was my work...
Thanks to MIkothebaby for her editing prowess without which this story wouldn't have been the same. # # # # # # # # # Like most men, I rarely ever considered the small details in life. As long as the big stuff was going well, I was happy as a clam. My life to me was perfect. I had everything I needed. I had an amazingly attractive wife who loved me more t...
The following is a sequel to StangStar06's inspiring BTB story for Thanksgiving 2013 Airbag Thanksgiving. It was for me in equal measures dramatic and horrific. And thanks to the devilish suggestion from a fellow author, DFWBeast, I decided to do a gothic horror twist for the sequel. My inspiration for the twist here includes: Edgar Allan Poe's Eleonora, Lig...
Hi Folks. First I'd like to thank you guys and you ladies too for all of the comments and letters on last week's story. Some of you seemed to get really upset about it. It left me wondering if your anger was really about the story, or simply your feelings about the theories on birth order. I got a lot of E-mails from people who explained how badly they were...
Edited by DB448 "Tell me again why I have to come?" I asked my wife of 10 years. I'm Eric Sanders and the apple of my eye, Beth, sat beside me as I drove down the road. "Susan's brother is in town, and she didn't want him to be the only guy there while we have our hen party" said Beth. "Besides" she continued "If you're good I'll really make it up to yo...
I guess I should have expected that it wouldn't go well. I mean who was I kidding? Even I couldn't believe the way that things turned out. But God damn it this was supposed to be a wedding. It should have been a happy and somber occasion, not a fucking bar brawl. Okay, I can sense your confusion, so let me back up just a bit. My name is Dalton Jones. I'm r...
I love California. Living here is like cheating. At least that's what I thought as I guided my Screaming Yellow 06 Mustang GT through the darkened streets. If I was still living in Michigan, there's no way I'd still be driving my car on New Years Eve. I'd be driving my Jeep through ass deep snow and freezing, instead of heading back to my Sister in Law's pla...
Edited by Mikothebaby # # # # # # # I was born Carlton James Randall, which quickly became Carl when I got to school, and then C.J. in high school. And once I got on the football team, I was Big C. At 6'4" and 260lbs I was always a big one. At that time I was one of the bigger guys on our defensive line. The thing that had all of the colleges dying to recr...
Hey folks, as those of you who read my blog already know, I was almost finished with the story I was going to put out this week, but last week's news about Glenn Frey from the eagles hit me pretty hard. I put that story away to write this one instead. A lot of you guys out there know what it's like trying to convince your wife, especially when she likes a di...
Sundown-Conclusion edited with great skill by DB448 You'd think that by the time a man got to be my age he'd know the difference between acceptable risk, and genuine stupidity. But as I walked into the teeth of the building storm, I just didn't care. My intention was to make it to the comfort station that was located a little more than a half a mile from t...