-------- Author's Note: I wrote this for a blog when I was a freshman in college. It's an awkward blend of fantasy and reality, though in hindsight the more mundane parts got the most creative license. I've spell checked and edited a bit, though it's pretty obvious I didn't do either when I wrote it. Accept my upfront apologies for shifting verb tenses if a...
My gaze passes across a woman sitting at the bar. There's no spark. Nothing at all. Not even a backwash of experience, which is unusual. She's an empty vessel, of no interest to me, nor me to her. It happens sometimes. Which is a pity because she's hot. Tall, slim, good figure, short brown hair streaked with lowlights. Unavailable, or something. I move on....
Show time, says DeJay. Nervous? I don't do nervous, I tell him. But he knows the truth. I'm fucking terrified. We got some time, he says. Let's smoke the last blunt, then we'll go in. ***** Jesus, the places DeJay drags me to. He's drawn to dicey neighborhoods with seedy motels and blue collar strip clubs. He likes to cruise streets where most people wou...
INTRODUCTION I hadn't intended to write this story yet – it was one that was in the back of my mind – but the recent attack on Camp Bastion in Afghanistan made me want to complete it. I just hope I haven't rushed it too much. I also hope it will be accepted as a very small tribute to those who serve their countries in faraway and dangerous places. Naturall...
We met online, and as luck would have it, we lived in the same city. During our second chat, I invited Matilda out to dinner. She accepted, and we arranged to meet at The Old Federal the next evening. The Old Federal was a heritage-listed pub that had been tarted up to attract the well-heeled mob, who liked the adventure of slumming it on the edges of a rec...
Part 8 -- Interlude Author's note: I got this thoughtful email via Hotmail: I don't want to be a pest, but as a person who wants to be a fan of yours I have to send you my opinion. If it is worth anything to you use it. If not, I understand and wish you the best. I feel that as a reader it is becoming frustrating to read a story and not see an end in sight...
We returned to the real world of class participation, talking about things of interest from my conference, progress in prelim preparation, plus all the minutia of regular, ordinary life. However, that evening we viewed what we really were interested in, the camera recording of Sandy's affair. She had turned the camera on before he was expected on Friday nigh...
Thomas Cartwright looked out at his students and sighed inwardly. Not one of them was paying attention, even though the lecture he was doing was worth part of their mark. Then he noticed Amelia. She was watching him with rapt attention, taking in every word. Amelia was a very beautiful young woman, with a firm figure, breasts that were a perfect C-cup and -...
The train pulled into the station at Uvalde, Texas just ten minutes late – at three ten in the morning – and Sara looked out the window at the flat, almost treeless moonscape, and at the flat, treeless station – and thought she must have found the bleakest corner of the universe. The station looked, in the moonlight, like something out of a John Ford western...
Every day of my life, I'm surrounded by unpleasantness. Sometimes, I wonder what is it that makes me different. And why the broad spectrum of humanity disgusts me so much. Seriously. Misanthropy is the perfect word to describe my state of mind most of the time. The things I see people do completely stun me at times. Male and female, black and white, straig...