"Oh, fuck me," I whined. "Yeah?" Adam called out from the kitchen. "I'm not talking to you!" I called back. I sighed and put down my razor. I was sitting on the toilet in our bathroom, shaving my legs. I had started shaving pretty quick after I started wearing leggings. I had never had much body hair, but it still felt weird, like my leg hairs were gettin...
Part one chapter one Thunder in the distance, thunder that arrives like a broken promise. Thunder and rain, the strained promise of rain, rain in the air, rain -- like conditional release. As memory arrives on cooling winds, distant patterns both old and new emerge, like the wind sifting through old pines -- and new -- outside a dusty window. The disquieti...
Chapter One - Better off Dead Charlie Ringwald put a Consulate menthol cigarette between her lipsticked lips and lit up, drawing the smoke deep into her lungs. The smoke gave a false illusion of warmth on the bitter foggy night. She put her cigarettes back into the cheap handbag hanging from her shoulder by the thin vinyl strap and wrapped her arms around h...
After being thrown out of the Robertson's I drove home, quietly slipping inside to wash the makeup off my face before anyone could see. I dropped my bag off in my room and went to speak with my mother. We always had a good relationship and she was happy to see me. She asked how things were with the Robertson's and I lied. I told her things were great and the...
"Why are you reading a book on spring break?" Christina was at the foot of the queen hotel bed and shaking her hands like they were on fire. Sarah's back was to the headboard as she sat with her knees drawn to her chest. Her nose was buried in a historical novel without regard to having a week off in the spring from university. "I have a book report due a w...
Brief Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther "The Root" Casey, it's the late 1970's and our well-hung hero is now a 19 year-old college student at a large Midwestern university. Having just completed his freshman year and recruited to play bass in a well-established local rock band, he has stayed on in the college town for the summer and is li...
The next morning I somehow woke up in my bed back in my hotel room. I couldn't remember how I got there, but what I did know was I was still wearing the same clothes as last night, and I had a splitting headache. I pushed myself out of bed, hands on my knees, trying to regain some composure so I could get to the washroom. As I took my first steps I remembere...
Fortunate Confluence of Events, Chapter 2. Dear readers: This story seems to be writing itself faster than I had anticipated. If you have not read Chapter 1, I strongly urge you to do so before reading this one; it's not long and will give you the needed context to truly appreciate the story line and characters. This one runs a little longer, and deeper int...
Book 1. The Imperium. Prologue The Imperium was vast. Yet like all empires before and after, there had been a single kernel in the beginning. A Solitary solar system, a tiny grain of sand, lost on the infinite desert of the universe. A story born from a legend governed at the start by a small people's council. They had climbed out of their single blue gr...
Jordan was shocked when a lawyer called and told him that he had received something from his uncle's estate. He had barely known his uncle and did not know that he had died. Uncle Ira had been strange; actually Jordan's great uncle on his father's side, he had only met the man a few times. As a child Jordan had been scared of the old man. The last time Jord...