My mountain bike ride left me muddy, and with a serious leg pump. Even after the 45 minute drive home from the local hills, my legs were burning, and I had to gingerly walk into my condo. I started the shower and began stretching my legs again. The hot water would be just the thing I needed to loosen up. I finished washing myself off, scrubbing away the cak...
I had decided to take my weekend stroll in Golden Ears Provincial Park, which was a few hours' drive from my house. I packed my small khaki knapsack with a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, a few 750ml bottles of water, a package of Kleenex, and my little point and shoot 35mm camera. Oh yes, and I almost forgot to pack the mini first aid kit, but I...
He awoke with a start. He knew he had been having a beautiful dream but as soon as he tried to commit it to memory, it floated away like a wisp of smoke. It made him feel deflated, and more so, because he remembered today was his birthday. Forty-two – again. As with each passing birthday it made him feel reflective about his life. What had he accomplished, w...
The sun dipped below the skyline of Manhattan as my taxi pulled up to the terminal at JFK. I reflected on the symbolism but felt nervous enough not to dwell on it for long. I was to meet you for the first time, my correspondent of long standing. We had been exchanging electronic letters for eighteen months. We had finally talked on the phone and planned this...
The roar of the crowd erupting drifted through my living room's open windows. Sounded like another win for the home team. The delay on the television showed Big Papi hitting a homer in the bottom of the ninth. Now we were guaranteed a good night out on Lansdowne. I took a swig of my #9 and turned off the TV. "You ladies ready to par-tay?!" Hannah shouted f...
We were so looking forward to this weekend getaway. Glenn Meadows was very rustic, secluded and very romantic. Steven hadn't had a vacation even though this was a weekend we were still excited. Him being the provider made sure he shopped for food. I looked at the food being placed into coolers. We could feed a third world nation. Steaks, pork chops, Salmon....
Burning the late night oil in the form of his Lightning bug jar James Ian Pryce finally settles back with the hard bound book Cameron Scott had brought back over a week ago. Never seeming to find the time to look it over. One thing after another calling him away. He wanted to dig in due to being a History buff. This book looked ancient. Yet, well preserved....
He sat high on the cliff side, a silent sentry virtually motionless, eyes sharp and roaming, observing the countryside and forest below. Remaining still, he blended into the craggy surface, unnoticed by anyone who may be passing below. The camouflage was unnecessary. Even if he were seen, no one would make the treacherous climb, let alone confront him. A fla...
Nothing but the silvery glow of the crescent moon illuminated Matilda's sleeping quarters. The autumn night was calm but cold, and thick layers of furs and blankets kept the young woman warm and comfy. The oaken bed was large and sturdy, and made Matilda's feminine but short body appear smaller still. Only her head poked out of the covers, the skin pale in t...
Preordained. Just because it has already been woven does not mean that is how it will be. There is no sex in this story. The blade moved smoothly across his skin with no drag or pull, the sword shaving the hairs off his arm better than any razor. Satisfied with the blades sharpness he sheathed his sword. Having finished mending his battered armor as best...