Paul Bartlett stopped typing to glance at his watch. Another ten minutes until his five o'clock appointment, time for a couple more paragraphs. No sooner had he resumed work at the PC, than the silence was broken by the sound of a doorbell. Again he halted but, rather than irritation at this break in concentration, felt elated. An early bird eh, mused Paul,...
We're falling into a routine. I was again the first one up, dressed and making the coffee. It was Saturday morning and the streets were quiet. I decided to walk down to the bakery on the corner while Ashley continued to sleep. I wrote a small note to tell her why I was out and left it near the coffee maker. It was a glorious morning. The birds were singing...
The rooster in the barn crowed waking me from my good night's sleep. I shifted on my straw covered mattress to wake myself up. I stretched to feel that wonderful feeling of all my joints waking up and falling into place. Today was a big day after all. Master would be coming soon I hoped. All the other livestock were waking up as well. I could hear them rustl...
The duel I had with Forgeir Dreamseeker was hard, but fast. He bested me easily, tossing my axe out of my hands with a flick of his blade. "Again," I whispered to him as he helped me up from the floor of the tunnel. We were fighting in the common lands that all races used for their marketing and trading, and we were with friends in the great square-sha...
Author's note: This piece is pure fiction, and in no way reflects the realities of being a nun, as far as the author knows. No disrespect to God or nuns was intended. ... It was a sunny summer's day at the Mohaka Convent on the hill. The nuns were all busy doing the things nuns do: the daily chores, the weaving and sewing, prayers and meditations, scriptu...
Author's note: It has been nearly a year and a half since my last submission, and over these past few months of idleness, I've been searching for some idea, some story line that would challenge me, and get me excited about writing again. I have about a dozen stories that I've started, but never got fired up over, so they sit in a file somewhere and will like...
"Fucking selfish bastard," James cursed as his fingers found the silver locket. He yanked hard. It hesitated for a moment before surrendering to his strength. His fingers folded around the cold semi-precious metal. He would crush it to powder if he could. Semi-precious said it all. That was all her love had been to that man. All she had been to him. And ev...
Good Things in Not So Small Packages. Being big is not always better, but it does have some benefits. "Holy shit!" were the first words out of the doctor's mouth after I was born according to my mother. The entire delivery room was in awe of my package. "He is definitely a boy!" As I grew, so did my package. Now fully grown, I stand about 5'8" but I dang...
Chapter Eighteen Intrepid - 3755 C.E. It was over in all of seven seconds, but for Paul it wasn't until the final fraction of the seventh second that he was conscious that anything had happened at all. And what he was aware of was more disorientating than calamitous. It had started with a sudden jolt that shuddered through the room and in particular the be...
A man Bobby Draper didn't know was about to do help the young man solve the problem of breaking things off with another of his adult lovers. The man, whose name was Lee Barnes, pulled into the parking lot of the hall where the Jamestown High School reunion banquet was being held. He had been divorced for a year, so he was attending the reunion alone. He had...