Sometimes a dream needs time to cook. It stews on the mind's back burner, bubbling in the juices that form thoughts, lodged in the wrinkly grey meat of one's brain. It was Chicago's fault. In the early nineties I was the new kid, fresh off the farm and too dumb to stay away from Cicero. One evening in the parking lot behind my apartment building, I saw chil...
Molly smeared a dollop of the sample onto the microscope slide and slipped it under the lens. The image started out blurry, but Molly was adept with the tool and pretty soon, she got a clearer picture. Molly gazed down and gasped at what she saw. Millions of little objects wiggled about in the protoplasm, their bodies covered in cilia. If she had to guess,...
82 Piedmont Avenue NE A..., Georgia November 18, 1862 Mrs. Constance W... Hazel Park E..., Virginia Dear Connie, What a dither I have been in since returning to A... As you know, mother went right to work on Dr. K... and Papa. The day after our return, Mama began arranging my wedding. When Papa inquired as to what she was doing she informed him that she w...
Today was to be our last full day in Jamaica. We will be leaving for home tomorrow afternoon. Negril Beach has been a great place for my wife and I to holiday. One of the things I will miss our most is our morning breakfasts on the beach. Soon as all of the women sit down at their table their tops come off. All around us are almost naked young women having t...
I'm retired now, but I spent most of my life working as a professor of English at a small New England college. There were six people in the English department, but the one I was closest to—literally—was Paul Baker, whose office was next to mind and with whom I shared an adjoining door. I had been at the college considerably longer than Baker—about 25 years—...
Christi had spent 48 minutes and 23 seconds perfecting her look in the tiny, poorly lit dorm room mirror. And that was just her makeup. She batted her falsies flirtatiously at her reflection, admiring her perfectly winged eyeliner that had taken her more than a few tries to get right. She scrunched her wavy hair and tossed a seductive, over the shoulder glan...
Forward: The names in this story have been changed and a few inconsequential details regarding the town have been obscured to ensure anonymity. Writing this and reliving the memory is fun and I hope someone here finds enjoyment in reading it. I plan to write the second and final chapter soon and welcome any feedback or suggestions. The story won't change, bu...
Corey and Alana had been married for 6 years. They had a three year old boy and a 5 year old girl, so they were busy to say the least, so when their friends Brett and Lilly invited them for a night getaway at their cabin- it was impossible to turn them down. Alana's mom volunteered to take the kids and they were on their way. Their SUV was filled with cooler...
Part 1 Jan sat pensively at the large oak table in her farmhouse kitchen. She was looking at the distant view across the flat misty early autumn fields. She was dressed in her tight grey riding breeches and a baggy white blouse, her light brown medium length hair tied back in a pony tail. She was small 5'5", lightly tanned, slim, skinny even, and fifty-two....
Astrid knew it was time to act as old as she looked; she was ready to turn from adolescent dreamer to debutante temptress. Sure she had fooled around with a handful of boys from college but they were all fingers and thumbs -- she wanted a man with more experience now that she was eighteen-going-on-twenty-eight! Tinder was feeling like a waste of time and she...