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Coming Home; Part One

Fictional story of a man coming home.

For nearly four generations this house here on Jackson Forge had been the home of my father's father, and my father. Not much to look at. An 1800's log cabin with a cobblestone walkway, a stone chimney, and a roof made of neglected tree bark. Surrounded by dense brush and briers. Looked more like a house on those cheesy b-roll movies where the family living in it likes to make love with...Read On

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THD: Melinda Chevalier - Entry 5

Another diary entry from Melinda Chevalier...

Dear Diary,  We are beginning to talk less and less now, it seems. My heart still yearns for his attention and I still find myself wishing things were different. My thoughts still gravitate towards him and they flood my mind every time I get a moment alone. I still continue to dream of him at night but recently my dreams have become more of nightmares where he is involved. I have also begun...Read On

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Chapter 1: Love is the Sunrise

This is the first chapter in my "Love is" series" (i am in no way a profesional writer)

Chapter 1: Love is The Sunrise i still remember the first time I saw her. I was like the sunset….no that’s not right, sunsets burn for a few minutes then fade away to blackness. It was like a sunrise. As my eyes caught her it was like a brilliant burst of light over the horizon and as she moved closer that light filled my vision, burning brighter and brighter till all other things...Read On

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THD: Melinda Chevalier - Entry 7

Another entry...

January 17th,   Dear Diary, I've had to let Darcy go. As much as I hate it, I wasn't getting any better with her. I could tell she resented me for the pain I caused. I deserved all of it, of course. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappiness when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice."   After...Read On

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The Eyes of Love

A musician learns to share some important feelings

The stage shook under his feet, vibrations from the low string of his guitar. It was he alone, Leroy Jet, occupying the stage that night; One man, one guitar, an amplifier and a microphone. The guitar was black, a hollow body with f holes. It played smooth with the string action low. The amp was small, but had a gritty tone he liked. It didn’t matter the size, it was channeled through the...Read On

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The Lounge Singer

I enjoyed your set

You caught my eye while you were onstage singing. A couple songs into the set, I was fairly certain you winked. I wasn't sure if you were looking at me or not, but it sure felt like it. Just the thought that the wink was for me made me feel flushed all over, and even in a short black cocktail dress, I felt overdressed for the temperature of the room. As your set wound down and you crooned...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 4 (End)

Final part in the Blind Girl Rain/Snow series

Everything comes to an end sometime. And when you reach that end it's only natural to look back on what was and had been when everything was new and exciting. Looking back at those moments that changed the course of who you were into who you became. That it was love that did this only makes the remembering of it so much more special. *** Heather sat on the end of the bed and eased...Read On

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Lightning Flower

You always know what I'm trying to say

Sheathed within you to the very root, even the slightest motion, the most minute shift of hips grinding, make me cry out your name. It's more than just a reflex for those specific syllables to form into a sound that helplessly escapes my throat in ragged needy breaths. It's beyond a prayer to some unseen faith. It's like a primal incantation, a chant that calls to something so deep and...Read On

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Mortimer and Myrtle: A Love Story

A one act play about the distance between husband and wife.

Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next...Read On

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Blue Tooth Bonus

The new SUV has a sex drive option as standard equipment

The name is Anthony and I've been married to Edie for over twenty five years.  Edie is a petite brunette with a few wisps of silver in her hair, about a 34C, and like all of us, put on a few pounds in the hips.  After all our time together,  she is still a looker and keeps a smile on my face.  To say the least, we have an active and interesting sex life.  Since the kids have left the...Read On

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Love Letter To A Loved One (aka: Lost Souls)

Sentimental musings of romantic memories shared between two lost souls.

Call it fate or destiny, something, or someone, brought our two lost souls together. I never stopped there before, and still, I don't know why, or what made me do so. But, as I entered that small cafe, I saw you there and knew I didn't want to be with any other. It was like an overwhelming sense of emotion that hit me, causing every cell inside my body to intensify to a whole new level. In...Read On

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A Story Of Two Brothers

Winners, they say, are born. It is not just a question of the right combination of genes that combine to create the particular physical or mental abilities, but a special quality of self belief bordering on arrogance at times, and the willingness to take risks when prudence would suggest caution. The other side of the coin is that apparent losers too, appear to be born that way even if they...Read On

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The Blind Girl in the Snow: part 2

Follow up to The Blind Girl in the Rain (read first)

Part 2: Rumours and Visions. "There is always someone for each of us they say and you'll be my someone forever and a day. I could search the whole world over until my life is through but I know I'll never find another you. It's a long, long journey so stay by my side. When I walk through the storm you'll be my guide, be my guide. If they gave me a fortune my pleasure would be small and I...Read On

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Dear John--part 14 of 15

“No one can resist generosity forever.” (Voltaire)

CHAPTER 40 “So you talked to Sam,” said Owen. “Yes, like you commanded me to,” said Abigail. Her look was almost something, maybe accusatory. “And,” he said. “He appreciated my honesty, like you said he would. Oh, and he made sure I understood that he did not hate me,” she said. She still had the look. “Okay, anything else?” he said. “And he no longer has any respect for me and...Read On

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The Widow Brannigan: part 1

A young Widows Lessons in Life and Love in rural 1930's America

The watching crows sat cackling in the skeletal trees as a cold October wind blew through the graveyard as Mr. Brannigan was put into the ground and laid to rest. We stood a ways back from the black-veiled widow as she stepped forward and dropped her small posy of flowers onto the coffin as it was lowered then stooped down to grab a handful of dirt and threw it into the grave. My...Read On

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Resurrection. The Beginning

So, this is what it feels like to get your ass kicked.

I've done terrible things in my life. I’ve betrayed friends and turned my back on those that were close to me. Your life doesn't truly flash before your eyes, that's all bullshit. It's the regrets that haunt you. No, it's your sins. The ones you let down, the ones you failed. Heart monitor softly beeping ______/\_______/\_______/\____ The fog lifted from my head, I recognized...Read On

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Annie and I, the early days 6

I want you just as you are

Annie was over the moon when we got back. Nancy had told her what Frank had told me about our future working. "I can hardly believe this is happening to me, David,” she said. “Two weeks ago, I was just a quiet little schoolgirl. Now I'm living with a man I adore, I have a beautiful lesbian lover, and I'm already earning far more money than I ever imagined. It just seems so bloody perfect."...Read On

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Eyes Only For Emma

Lonely Dan stunned by Emma's beauty,gets chance to aid her, and gets her warm gratitude

The man and woman at the corner table in the hotel dining room were clearly arguing. The man's swarthy face showed some exasperation as he waved a finger in the air. The woman, with black, shoulder length hair, and slender from Dan's rear view, pointed an occasional finger as she responded. Low tones ensured they attracted no attention from nearer tables. Dan Tiernan turned away, not...Read On

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Betting People - Trick Or Treat?

Friends have an interesting Halloween

Betting People: Trick or Treat? By Maximillian Excaliber Introduction This wasn't supposed to be, but is, the first story in a new series I'm writing called 'Betting People'. Each story will be different but will have a common theme. All of the stories in this series will be about people make a wager that results in their becoming intimate. As you will find out while reading them,...Read On

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Ignite (Chorus- Chapter 2)

The Slow Burn Ignites

  I eventually press myself away slightly, the heavy thumping of my heart becoming overwhelming and the tingling of my lips disconcerting. His fervour is something I've never experienced before and I think I like it. He lets me gently slip back, though still cradling me in his lap. His hand comes up to cup my cheek and I close my eyes, feeling embarrassment flush my cheeks again, as he...Read On

A Rose Blooms In The City

A shy girl blooms when his patience wins her over!

Rose Marie Sanders was not someone who you could easily pick out of a crowd. A wallflower in every sense of the word, she never did anything to make herself known or to stand out in any situation. She was terrified of being noticed or drawing attention to herself and so she stayed in the background or shadows at all costs. Rose was raised in a very strict conservative house. Her father was...Read On

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Dear John--part 12 of 15

Only biblical Job had it worse and maybe not even him.

CHAPTER 34   I couldn’t believe it. The woman was deliberately figuring out ways to hurt me. If not by her words then her influence with the children, I was being cut out of their lives. I knew the children, the twins for sure, wouldn’t actually realize it, or believe me if I pointed such out; but it was a dead-mortal-lead-pipe cinch that that was exactly what Abigail Cord was doing....Read On

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Dear John -- Part 15 of 15

Déjà vu all over again.

CHAPTER 43 Déjà vu all over again. Randell was a big guy but today he was a pussy. He didn’t faint like Mort almost did, but he was nervous. Oh my, he was nervous! I had to allow that in his case he had reason to be. Both his mother and his sister had had miscarriages in what were supposed to be routine hospital deliveries. He was mortally afraid that he might have inherited some...Read On

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THD: Melinda - Entry Four

Another passage from the diary of Melinda Chevalier...

Feburary 24th Dear Diary, A few more weeks have passed and I’m still not feeling very cheerful. I know that I promised a more pleasant entry so I will try to keep that promise. I’m still missing him in more ways than I can say. We talk now, more frequently, like we used to. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I get lost in...Read On

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A lament for Kathleen

I died a little when I realized she really had gone... but if only these walls could talk.

The sun barely rose on that day I let go. I had, in my misery, banished myself from anything that reminded me of you. Gone out to the old field for solitude. A small house between two tufts of trees sat still and alone. The grey light of the fog peeked meagerly through drawn curtains. As soon as my waking mind became conscious I turned in my bed, alerted only by the sound of  wind...Read On

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Late Flowering Lust

Paris … ah Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a country born and had lived all his life on his father’s farm and his mother had decided that now he was sixteen it was time he saw something...Read On

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Dear John--part 13 of 15

Among humans it is always self-interest which rules.

CHAPTER 37 They say timing is everything. Well, I guess that’s so. But, the timing can be either good or not good. It was real bad in the Hindu Kush, and, depending on one’s perspective, my latest foray into the matter of timing could be seen either way. I knew Harriet had delivered my message to the clan Cord. I’d thanked her profusely for that. And then I decided to make my...Read On

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Resurrection. The Resurgence

“A man does what he must in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures. That is the basis of all human mortality.” Winston Churchill I have been in the room for three days. Observation, I am told, but I feel fine or so I thought. Casey, my night nurse, strolled into my room. She always came to see me for a few minutes before her shift started. I...Read On

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Whirlwind- Chapter 2

A penthouse rendezvous

The way he looks at me makes my whole body tingle. His deep green eyes can see everything. He never seems to miss a thing when he’s watching me. "I'm not wanting to scare you, but I want you. I want you so much I might have to take you on the floor,” he murmurs, his hands moving around my waist as the door behind me opens. I feel my skin flush and I see the corners of his lips turn up into...Read On

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Chorus

Slow burner

I see her every Friday. Sitting in the front row, her shoulders straight, her music held in front of her, watching the conductor without concession, her focus complete. Eve. Her auburn hair pinned in a elegant twist over her shoulder, the strong, sweet line of her jaw set and the sound she makes… it would damn near melt your heart to hear her sweet, pure soprano reverberate around the room....Read On