The sound of crickets chirping happily in the late afternoon sunlight combined with the sight of his faithful three year old white and tan little Basenji hound lounging contentedly on the end of the worn black leather couch he had been sleeping on for the past year allowed Vlad a small measure of comfort against the stress of staying alive as he awoke from h...
In his comments on my story 'A View from the Bottom' 'Oldmarriedtar' stated that there is no cure for depression, and I tend to agree with him. My personal experience with depression is that there are three avenues open, the first is the chemical approach and this may be necessary to stabilise the condition, but it is not a cure. The second and third can be...
December 26 I'd just settled down to my morning coffee and an extreme Sudoku when my phone rang. I always do one of the puzzles before work to limber up my mind, and I'd gotten so accustomed to the exercise that I did it even on the days when I wasn't working. I guess you could say that solving puzzles is my profession. The group I'm in gets suspicious com...
I hope that this last installment of this series is to everyone's liking. If not, I'm sorry. However, to the kind and loyal folks who continue to read my work and leave beautiful comments, as well as constructive criticism, I say this; I wish you peace and God's blessings. ~~~~~~ Chapter One The doctor had cleared Jennifer to come home with us that night...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. From forty four foot sloop to Gulfstream G650. Watson was sitting at the breakfast bar in Caddy's pristine kitchen, sipping a latte when Maya slouched in. She was all dressed for school, in a pleated, short-sleeved button-up dress and black school shoes with white ankle socks. His he...
Hi there! This is my first story and as such any helpful advice, constructive criticism or positive feedback would be much appreciated. :) Anyway, onto the important part. This story will be posted under the 'Sci-Fi and Fantasy' section. However, that doesn't mean that it will not contain themes from other genres. So, if you feel you'll die if you read anyt...
DAY 1 The Pacific Wanderer slid under the Sydney Harbour Bridge on her way to a short cruise to the South Pacific Islands. With the band pumping out some hot music, most passengers were on the main deck farewelling the Australian harbour city. Amongst the crowd, enjoying a refreshing drink, were Bob and Rachel. Married for forty years and lovers for long...
I had seen the sails of the ship as she approached and I had made my way through the forest to the headland, the same headland overlooking where the mutineers had been sunk on the rocks that were hidden just below the surface a few hundred yards offshore. I knew with certainty that this ship would hit those same rocks. They were sharp steep pinnacles that...
FOREWORD These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your usual usage. Crutch/ Crotch h...