In a few months time I was going to be 18 years old, a fit guy with nothing much to do. I had two months to kill between leaving school and going to university. Many of my friends were spending their time backpacking around the World, but I didn't fancy doing that. I decided to try and get some work experience and build up some funds so I wouldn't spend my u...
Ponder. For lack of a better word, ponder works for me, at least for now. I'm sitting at my desk at work pondering what to do next. You see, I asked my wife of sixteen years to edit a few stories that I'd written and by the time she was done, she'd come up with more questions than corrections. Let me regress for a minute so you'll understand my dilemma a li...
"Hello?! I'm home!" I shouted as I threw my keys and purse on the counter. Taking a look around, I shook my head at the clutter that was scattered across the table and into the kitchen. Housework never ends, especially with two kids and two roommates that were just renting a room, and felt no more effort was needed. My husband? Well, he tries. In his own v...
Alex ran her fingers along the smooth wooden railing as she tiptoed down the stairs leading to Petrov's foyer. It was so early, too early in fact. She had awoken to the sound of a snowplow noisily driving by on the street below. The fire had died down to coals and cast a warm glow over the bed she shared with Petrov. Her hand rested lightly on his chest, gen...
Continuing the story of teacher Jenny and her ex-student Michael. Jenny is pleasantly surprised when things don't go quite according to her plan. Chapter 5 – A New Day I awoke feeling refreshed and warm. Sunlight was streaming through my cream-coloured curtains, and Michael had shifted in the night and was now "spooning" me closely, his arms hugging me...
In the end, I had a dizzying eight months with Carol. In these long chapters I've related the first few months, and how fast and how far we went. We went very, very far. Shall I touch on everything? Short as life seems sometimes, the episodes stacked up quickly, and college kids seem to have experiences compressed into very short spaces. In college we live...
I: Art Art was late. The tattered hem of his jeans scuffed lightly over the worn-down carpet of the college library giving his hurried walk a rhythmic shuffle, releasing any pretense of respectful silence. Art didn't really care but he was glad anyone bothered by his noisy passing seemed content to simply shoot him a nasty look. He just didn't have time for...
The cliché that's this little story. You don't just marry the girl, you marry the family too. As I was dragging myself awake two days ago. This story awoke before me. I wrote it in part of that day. Edit and post took part of the next day. So I hope it's not too rough. I almost put this into the romance category. But it's non-erotic, but there's still a roma...
Part three: The lessons begin The next morning, Jim pedaled his mountain bike along the neighborhood streets to Dr. Winderly's home. It was in a part of town that was just now becoming hip again. She bought the house four years ago when she landed the job at the university. A bequest from her grandmother made the down payment possible. Now the neighborhood...
To paraphrase the Scottish poet, Robert Burns..."The best laid plans of mice and men do oft go awry." I think he must have had me in mind when he penned his famous words so long ago. As I sit here and recall the events that led up to my somewhat happy realization that I'm not yet over the hill and I still can turn a young man's fantasy into reality. I guess...