Mask Stories

Dr. Raul Maggio came home from work to an empty house. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence as he worked odd hours being a doctor, or at least, that’s what he told his wife, Phoebe. The truth was many of his ‘odd hours’ were actually him having an affair with Cora Larrabee, the wife of one of his colleagues. The pair had been seeing each other for over two years, and Raul prided himself on their ability to keep the affair f...

Maxwell Anderson Jr., or Max to most of his friends, had waited years to be allowed to attend his parent’s annual Mardi Gras party. It was considered by many in their social circles to be the grandest party of the season. Max’s mother, Edwina Anderson, was born and raised in New Orleans and left when she married Maxwell Sr. so he could take a position that ultimately led to his running his own law firm. Edwina, like so ma...

He went in knowing what he would find. She went in for a good time. The music was pumping through her as bodies pressed hot and sticky against her. She was there for the dance. And he for the Vixen...he could see her in the crowd of black masked bodies moving to the heavy beat. She was the only one in red. Her mask, her gown, her fiery hair. All of it the scandalous sign of pure sex and satisfaction. And that is what he c...

The Dark Room Chronicles: Mirror     I stand erect before the mirror; I have no other choice. Small hidden bulbs emit a pool of light that surrounds me and reflects my image back into my expectant eyes. Beyond, darkness and silence press outwards.   I know it to be a large room; I have been here many times before always waiting patiently for it to be my turn in the limelight. I have reclined on chaise longues immersed in...

This is a work of fiction... I turned the envelope over and over in my hand. Should I open it? I re-read the writing in the front of the envelope. "To Susie Mason. I'm Waiting." The letter I had been waiting for. I put my nerves aside and slowly peeled the envelop open. The smell of lavender wafted out of it, almost making my eyes water. Cautiously I opened out the letter. The writing was scrolled and difficult to read bu...

I thought I would share something that happened to me when I was 16, that has stayed in my memory for years. We lived in the north of England when I was growing up. And although not rich we had a cleaning lady who came during the week, she looked after me during the school holidays while my mum and dad were at work. I thought things might change as I got older, but they didn't trust me to be in on my own all day, probably...