Authors Forward: Again, thanks to you who gave encouragement and/or constructive criticism on my last submission. This submission below is yet another one about two people who DO NOT live next door. Hope you will enjoy. * My name is John Banks, I gained ownership of our condo at 30 but lost my wife and a whole lot of money three years ago when my divorce...
On my first day home for the summer from law school, my aunts informed me I was escorting them to an open house being held by the Parkers, our new next-door neighbors. I would have much preferred to sleep because I hadn't done a lot of it lately, but my not-so-discreet protestations were summarily ignored. So, at six p.m. on Friday evening, I was dressed in...
CHAPTER SEVEN The full-page headline on the front page of the Times on the second day of August, 1814 screamed the paper's demand for a full and complete investigation. Two people had died, scores more had been injured, and considerable private property had been destroyed as a result of the explosion and fire at the pagoda in St. James Park the night before...
This opens three months after the wedding. If you haven't read the earlier parts, this won't make any sense, so you should do that now. Go ahead, we'll wait. Votes and comments (especially comments) welcome. Signed comments acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7 * The sun was bright and warm; the wind, brisk and chilly. The hills surrounding the small city were bright w...
Dear Readers - Join me for a many part journey with the scion of a pioneer New England family as he and his brilliant female partners conquer the high tech startup world. ***** The Clinton Enterprises Saga - Part 1 - I Visit Emma in Vermont Chapter 1 - I Visit Emma in Vermont "Alec," Emma said, "you can't get over sex. You can get into it, you can get ou...
Four Days Ago Merisi pursed her lips, staring up at the big, silver-wrought gates. The fence stood proud and powerful, shimmering with anti-fey wards. The errand girl recognized them instantly from her bardic schooling, of course. She wasn't sure she much cared for them. Well, guess this is the place, she thought. She crouched, then whistled a single note....
I do love spring in the Sierra foothills thought Susan as she steered her old Toyota pickup through the gentle curve of the Colfax exit from eastbound Interstate 80. It was only late February, but in typical California fashion the grass was already several inches deep and a few daffodils were beginning to bloom, at least those with southern exposures. The ot...
The chat site had been a release that we had each needed, it was never intended as anything more, yet we had discovered one another, instinctively sensing a common bond. We had grown together quickly, yet we had stepped carefully around one another for so long. Yet here I was driving down the highway having just crossed the state border, I'd persuaded the...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or Scarlett Johansson or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Beyonce was stuck in her own personal hell. About a month ago her worst fear was realised and she had lost her anal virginity to another woman, and just li...
*** Rob's Saga: Estrogen Endgame A continuation of Just Plain Bob's 'Rob's Saga'... You may not know a thing about me... My wife thought she knew everything that was important. But then I obviously did not know everything about her... I did not know she was a cheating, lying whore who thought she could ride into the sunset with a scruffy biker and our lif...