This is another story I wrote for the same contest as the previous one I submitted. I was hesitant about submitting this, fearing that someone would accuse me of plagiarism. It was written and completed about four years before an author wrote a novel about this very type of story, one that I have not had the chance to read myself. I'm submitting it 'as is',...
And then the light bulb went on above my head, like it does in cartoons when a character gets an idea or the answer to a question. Holy shit -- my third child really wasn't mine -- she was the biological daughter of another man! I was on the phone with a representative from Genealogygurus.com, inquiring as to why my daughter's DNA test had not been process...
The following spring, right before the kids' school year ended, Amy and I took a three-day trip to Cancun, Mexico, thanks to a lucky draw in the company's give-away of a sales award earned by someone else who'd just left the company before he could use it. The trip ended up being another one of those unplanned, but exhilarating episodes that we seemed to be...
With my shift over, I made my escape through the gauntlet of leering bus boys and cat-calling prep cooks. Sighing in relief as I reached the back door, I pushed it open and stepped into the afternoon sun. I blinked and squinted and raised a flattened hand to shade my eyes. I could see nothing. Has she stood me up again? I wondered. A flash of panic tickled t...
She painted up her face and wished that for once the mirror would lie to her. It could at least tell her that the ravages of time meant nothing, that she was still a beautiful woman. But it was incapable of lying to her, it was incapable of airbrushing the reality of her life, a life once full of potential but now full of nothing. Her profession decreed tha...
From the moment he first met her, Dave felt as though he would never be able to hold onto a woman like Jessica. She was extraordinarily pretty in a "girl-next-door" kind of way. Beautiful, yet approachable, and so outgoing and friendly it was easy to fall in love with her. He noticed her well before she noticed him. His morning ritual included a visit to the...
My name is Nicole. I was born in the countryside. When my brothers, sisters and I were young, we could play in our back yard naked, especially in warm days, to sprinkle water from a garden hose or in an inflatable pool; or also, shower under the rain when this was light and fresh. But as we grew, we became conscious of the changes that happened in our bodies...
***All characters are 18 and above. All activities described in this story are undertaken as a matter of informed consent and choice between lawful adults. Any and all grammatical and repetition errors are the sole responsibility of the author.*** "Strip." Damn him! How does he move around so quietly? I didn't even hear him come in! Evangeline turned from...
(c) Daniel Quentin Steele – 2010 Author's note: As I mentioned in Chapter 2A, this is an unusual situation for me. My stories have previously been written before being submitted. Because of the length of "When We Were Married," I started submitting as I write. Which means I've got readers barraging me with requests to write faster. Unfortunately, I actually...
As those who have written me recently know, I have been working on longer projects. But since so many asked for something in the interim, I went through my incomplete folder and pulled out an unfinished story. I hope you like the ending. I think it fits. ***** My daughter Annabelle has reached what are sometimes referred to as the terrible twos. If you a...