Warning: Those familiar with some of my previous work might be a bit surprised by the ending... As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. And remember, this is a work of fiction, meaning that it is not real in any way, shape, matt...
To the reader: There is no sex in this story. It's the story of a brief encounter between two men at the gravesite of the woman they both loved, each in their own way. Please remember, this is fiction. ******** "Grant your forgiveness oh Lord, to the soul of your servant Samantha that, being dead to this world, she may live now to you alone, and whatever s...
*** Honey, I'm Home! *** It's just a matter of time. Randall Bork looked in the mirror as he slicked back his thinning mousy hair. This very evening he was honoring Miss Lisa Swenson, a lissome Journalism major, with a private demonstration of his finest achievement to date: his Multi-Dimensional Transporter. And according to his calculations, he would soo...
Just as we agreed, I arrive at the main entrance to your hotel. You are there in a pastel pink sundress with a floppy straw sun hat with a matching pink ribbon. An angel. You immediately recognize my van from the description and wave. You did not need to. I could have found you in any crowd. The Bell captain opens the door. You smile at him. He helps...
The horse's wings beat slowly but steadily as it flew across a kingdom with no king. The mount was tired, but his heart was strong and he continued without complaint, as if sensing the need for this urgent flight. His rider was equally weary, but that weariness came more from a burden on the soul than any fatigue of body or limb. The wind that blew through...
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"Where am I?" Utta struggled to ask, "What happened? Am I dreaming?" "Woa!" Vala said gently "One question at a time and not yet, you need rest, plenty of it. After that we'll answer your questions but not yet." Turning to a man who stood beside her Vala asked "Was I like that?" "O, much worse" came the reply "You wanted to know everything. I suggest you g...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
"God Damn it Cheryl, you've been working with us for four months now," said Connie. "This is the first time we've ever gotten you to come out with us. So don't start trying to leave before you've had at least one drink." "And at least a dance or two," piped in Nancy. "There will be a lot of guys here on a Friday night. And you're a good looking woman. You w...
Susan is Josh's best friend. She has been for a long time and I guess its fair to say that the friendship is mutual. Or was. I'm not sure where they're at now as I haven't spoken to or seen either of them for nearly four years. The complication with the friendship was my arrival, though none of us realised it until after the event. Until then the three...