MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #3: PAULINE ***** Chapter 1 "I am Richard, son of Michael, son of Mary Morris and Duncan Claymore. I don't understand, Dad. Why is Grandma as important in my lineage as Grandpa? Why is Grandma Claymore more important than Mom or her parents?" Father and son are bonding in a way they seldom have time to do daily. "Because your Gr...
Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...
By Philip Johnson Prologue Dolce Giardino. It means sweet garden in Italian, and that was the name of their estate, and an apt description. The year was nineteen twenty six, and Charles and Kathryn Philips lived on that estate, and in that new grand and sturdy looking brick home. Charles and Kathryn loved the somewhat isolated location. They really were...
A screenplay by davebccanada Dan's Story: Part 1 copyright 1999 Preamble: This story will cover years in the lives of these newly weds so don't expect it to start off with wham bam sexual action. Give it time to build to that point and I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Bear with us to spend some time understanding the background. Part 1 FRIDAY: 15...
Huginn's Yule or, How the Jólfaðr Came Calling on Yuletide Eve * © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotat...
Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
+++++ Redeemers of the Fallen +++++ The following is my entry for the 2019 Halloween Story Contest. This is of course the sequel to the First Place winner from the 2016 contest, Sisters of the Fallen. While not strictly necessary to enjoy this new tale, I highly encourage you to read "Sisters" first so the personalities, histories, and motivations of the pr...
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely unintentional. Part of the Wine & Old Lace event, with a few literals corrected. PROLOGUE WE walked slowly, almost reluctantly from the warm and stifling waiting room across to Platform 7, to where the puffing engine had just dragged its train of c...
Women love to be massaged, and I love to massage women. Being blind, I tend to have an easier time building a rapport with shy customers, so they'll become repeat customers. Sometimes I will get the occasional customer who will ask me out after getting one of my massages. I'll tell her, it is always a woman who asks me out, that I can't date them because the...
December 29th (Wednesday) I'd just gotten home from work. I threw off my sweat stained uniform, tossed it in on the couch and made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my boxers. "It's too damn hot in this apartment." I muttered to myself and cut on the central air. I usually hated using the AC, it always grew too cold too rapidly, but it was unse...