This was just a short series I wrote to try and capitalize on the whole ComicCon theme. Like most of my stories, I hope to receive feedback like things that were especially liked and or disliked. I don't really do mean, but I do enjoy constructive criticism. If there is something you don't like, please tell me what could be done instead. All characters are p...
Donna Gardner, a very pretty 37-year-old mother of two, was on her way to an appointment with her OB/GYN. She has been experiencing pain in her abdomen and has had vaginal soreness and irritation for the last three days. She thought it would go away on its own but after hearing of several cases of cervical cancer in the neighborhood she is scared and wants t...
Sitting at the dinner table, eating my foie gras and sipping my glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pâpe, I feel like a man who'd won a million dollars with a stolen lottery ticket. Directly opposite me is Isabelle, the gorgeous 20-something ballerina and the object of my utmost affection. Next to her is Peter, her brother, my erstwhile best friend, who's invited me o...
One lazy Saturday afternoon over two years ago, I was browsing through an old college acquaintance's Facebook page, when I spotted one of his "friends," a woman I knew well when I was in school nearly three decades ago. Though we weren't together for long, I was head-over-heels in love with her. She ended up only spending one year at EDSU, then transferred...
This is where the wheels fall off the bus, my lovelies. I have eccentric tastes in characters and literature, and here I am indulging myself. So if you see many outré elements, blame me, but some of the blame goes to Sister Benigna and my childhood development, may she rest in peace. So, my reading advice is this: enjoy the elements you like. If there are p...
Edited by ENGLISH ROSE April 23, 2003 Chapter One She was considered to be one of the, "thoroughly modern Millies " by the older sisters. Sister Jane was a petite woman. Her pretty blue eyes seemed even bluer as they were set off by the stark black of the habit. Being covered from head to toe, the austere costume hid the well curved body of a pretty young...
The world seemed in never ending turmoil as the decade of the 60's drew to a close. Vietnam was an ongoing war and the peace movement was in full swing. Woodstock was fresh in everyone's memory having provided our generation with the hope that as we graduated high school we could actually affect change in a world of unchanging politicians and nineteenth-cent...
It came as a surprise. When Abigail received a message from his sister telling him to go to her room he was astonished. He never went into the family apartments until recess, so such a demand was abnormal. Bossy bitch, Abigail thought as he made his way there, but he didn't say it. His relationship with his sister had never been one of close kinship, they'd...
I know, four posts in four days. My iPad's memory is full, so I'm cleaning house by finishing some good ideas that were stuck and linger. So linger no more Hockey Dad! I don't know if I'll hit 5 days straight. This exercise has me outlining a story about events revolving around cleaning up a hard drive. Pictures found...emails decoded...hidden accounts...c...
He hadn't always been. Plastic I mean. Static. Absent in the sense when there's no movement, no one notices you. Or worse, they do notice and wish they hadn't, preferring the company of others, more human like them, more companionable. He couldn't remember when he wasn't Plasticman most of the time. Pre adolescence probably. And those infrequent moments when...