I love table tennis! I have for a long time and I have gotten pretty decent at it over the years. I've played in many tournaments for fun and won a few. I often go down to the local rec. center and challenge any takers to play me. I have only lost once in the last five years. I'm pretty good. Last night I was down at the rec. center kind of late. I usually...
I was just downtown running errands when I happen to run into Brett. He grinned when he said hello and it brought back vivid memories of a crazy time I had last summer. It started in early June shortly after the end of the school year. My wife, Sandy, is a high school English teacher who has spent the last several summers in graduate school. She completed h...
1. Done. Another cup of coffee and I am going to puke. My back hurts and there is this effing knot at my neck again. Fucking program. I am not going to bother and test that piece of shit now. Need to get some more fags. Have a wank. Unwind. Skin up. Gotta check my mail first. If that fucking cunt is going to request yet another additional feature, I'm goin...
I'd recently received my Master in Education and a position as instructor at a small liberal arts college in southwest Virginia. I was so excited to have landed a college job so soon after graduation that I spent the entire summer dedicating myself to getting ready. I went to the college at my first opportunity and found a small house close to the campus tha...
Jamie and I had been friends for a really long time before things went to another level. We'd met in first year university, and taken an instant dislike to each other. She was loud, crass, and opinionated. I was quiet, shy and insecure. We met during frosh week, and when we all went out to the bar together, I saw her trace an ice cube down a girl's arm then...
As Keller Raines pulled his big truck into the driveway from the main road, he remembered that his wife, Lovey or Ilovya (pronounced, I-love-ya), a birth name her parents thought was clever at the time, had planned to be busy in the kitchen that day. She was making strawberry preserves to give as Christmas gifts...a thing everyone looked forward to. He knew...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. It was a typically hot August afternoon as Dave pulled into the parking lot of the Chapter bar. He entered the bar and sought out a b...
"Are you ready, yet?" I called through to Melanie and Andrew. "Nearly!" shouted Mel back to me. I checked my watch: fortunately, I know what Mel's like; had planned ahead; and we had plenty of time. I watched Emma adjust her earrings, and tweak her hair into a satisfactory form. It never ceases to amaze how much primping can be accomplished. It wasn't surp...
Disclaimer, The characters hereby depicted are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is inevitable owing to the ordinariness of the folks described. ============================ It was high school senior prom night, I lay in my bed watching dark clouds scudding across the moon as I listened to the sounds of the night, cric...
She woke up one morning and the first thing she noticed was that the feeling of change which she had had inside of her for so long was gone. She got up and walked to the full-length mirror on the closet door, stripping off the sweatshirt she wore to bed as she went. Some time ago, she had stopped looking at any reflection of herself (other than the top of he...