(Inspired by an idea from, and dedicated to the memory of adetaildiva) * She looked at him in disbelief. "I was born at night, but it wasn't last night!" "But, it's such a dark and stormy night..." "Nonsense," she interrupted, "and save the blather about hibernation. You might fool others with that faux cynicism but I know that at heart you are still a r...
I had become totally engrossed in the movie. Sitting on the edge of the overstuffed reclining chair, I was in front of the television in the living room area of the suite Ann and I were staying in. It was a B-movie thriller, with a really hot actress playing the heroine, which was what caught my eye to begin with. Well, her huge tits caught my eyes, and look...
Copyright© 2009 by Jake Rivers Author's Note: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, su...
Trinity: Part I - The Husband O Rose thou art sick! Th' invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark, secret love Does thy life destroy. From Songs of Experience (1974) by William Blake (1757-1827). Why is it some of us knowingly walk hand in hand towards a precipice - then just step...
A big thank you to my editors, FireEye and DawnJ. I will say that any mistakes are mine and mine alone as I don't always take their sound advice. I hope you enjoy my first of hopefully many stories. ************************************************** Walking up the stairs with Danielle, Barry could feel his palms starting to sweat. The only thing going thr...
It actually happened on Valentine's Day, which took me by surprise me as I have never been over fond of that particular date, mainly because it reminded me that I was 34 years old and single. Unlike most of my colleagues I didn't get flowers, chocolates and romantic heart shaped cards from a loved one or a stranger intent on wooing me from a distance. I wi...
Nang and I had been busy for several days, preparing for our wedding and the feast that would follow it. Nang's family pitched in and their many hands helped to complete the preparations for the wedding party without stressing too many people out. And Nang's family coming together to work on the wedding party was something of a family reunion itself. The wor...
Special thanks to my editor; and to Mayberrygirl, who's contributions were paramount to the satisfactory completion of the work. ***** The sun was low in the sky and Jason was nearly finished with the installation of the drainage pipes in the field. Runoff from the house and nearby driveway created a marsh behind the house, and he had worked all day to all...
Faith Peters ran from the place she hated to call home for the last time. Her father, home drunk again had beaten her while her whisper of a mother watched with a teary expression. It was like an old recorder player, skipping to the same place in the song. Every night was the battle between his hand and her body. Not anymore. Tonight was different. Faith ro...
I. The Kalahari Plains were in truth no more than a vast, sun-scorched desert that lay between the ghoul haunted forest of Werewood to the west and the fertile river valleys of the Zanthar to the east. Here indeed was a place that Hathor, goddess spirit of nature, had long ago forsaken. Not a single living entity; bird, beast, or insect, made its home there...