Carol was extremely uncomfortable as she sat at the small corner booth. She had every right to be, sitting alone in this bar full of amorous young men.She was an exceedingly attractive young woman. She was medium height but could be described as buxom and curvaceous. She had shoulder length, light auburn hair with blond highlights. Her facial features were just a slight bit awry from perfect, but it only added to her char...

Tom Jarret was a hermit. At least, that is how the few people that knew of his existence thought of him. He thought nothing of the kind, because he never thought about it. He knew who he was and that was sufficient. He had grown up an aloof child, having no friends to speak of, which didn't bother him in the least. He was raised by a dispassionate father who never offered any feelings of affection but did, however, provid...

This is written as a stand alone story but might be better understood by reading the first chapter Bill and Veronica had fallen in love under unusual circumstances. They had met on a blind date set up by his friend, Don, and Don's object of desire, Kathy. They were attracted to each other from the first sight. At least Bill was, as the second he laid eyes on the beautiful Veronica he was stricken with a bad case of love o...

As I sit here, contemplating on my life, and calling up memories of all the good people, times, and happenings in my existence, I suddenly realize that there were bad ones too. If I had a choice, would I repeat them and would the knowledge I received from them be worth it? My marriage I would certainly repeat, as I like my wife very much, but I certainly should have investigated my prospective in-laws more closely. Who kn...

If anyone likes this I'll continue with it. “Bill, you have to help me out! “I do, huh? Why do I?' “Come on, haven't we been friends since grade school? Think of all the times I've helped you out.” “That wouldn't take long. What did you do now? I haven't any bail money, so forget that”. “No no, I'm not in trouble with the law. You know Kathy Pack, don't you? I've got a chance for a date with her.” “Yeah, I know Kathy, we...

This is written as a stand alone story but some of it might be better understood if you read the first two chapters starting with “The Town Drunk.” Dave Meyer and Emmett Wolf had struck it rich with a fabulous gold strike which had raised their station in this town of Dead Cat from nonentities to ones of prominence, even to highly respected citizens. But, to be truthful, neither of them were very respectable. They still d...

“Want to hear a joke?” “Sure, I love a good joke. Is it funny?” [pause] “Why do you think it's called a joke?” “Oh, yeah, okay, go ahead.” “Alright, a priest, a rabbi, and a reverend walk into a bar an...” “Wait a minute, why are these three together, they're like natural enemies, always stealing souls from one another to save. That doesn't make much sense.” [pause] “It doesn't have to make sense, it's a joke.” “Sure it d...

As I have perused the profile pages of our membership I have often wondered why people have chosen to use the pseudonyms and pictures they have decided on. So I have decided to do an analysis of this phenomenon. To be fair, I shall begin with my own. Rascal I chose this alias because this is probably the tamest of the considerable number of names I have been addressed by, many of which I can't put down in a social site of...

I've tried to write this as a stand alone story but might be better understood if you first read “The Town Drunk” which can be found on my page. David Meyer and his partner, Emmett Wolf, had become wealthy men when they had partnered on a gold mine. Almost overnight, they had been changed from whiskey swilling virtual nonentities to whiskey swilling respected, even influential, citizens of the town. The habits that they h...

Dave was a slight man, looking years older than his actual age, and showing no vestiges of prosperity, even looking quite shabby, which led to the name almost everyone knew him by, Shoddy. He didn't seem to mind as he never corrected anyone, but when asked would tell them his name, which didn't happen very much. Sometimes a newcomer to town might inquire, but newcomers didn't happen very much, either. He was known as the...

Attraction It begins as an attraction, much like two magnets are attracted to one another until they combine almost as one. But, when magnets are separated by distance they then lose attraction to one another. Yet, when two young lovers are separated, the compulsion to rejoin one to the other increases the greater the distance apart. Across the room is bearable, across the city is disconcerting, Across the country, almost...

Ode to a Ranting Senior Poetry is not my game To see it on a printed page I always thought was slightly lame But then I came upon a sage Who changed my little feeble mind He showed me that it could be good When it could also be designed So it could be so understood He was a quite witty fellow Who wrote with quite a bit of dash And even though his age was mellow He did it with no overt trash That's all I really have to say...

David was a loner, but never alone. He always had his thoughts. He encountered Mrs. Scott as she left the grocery store. “Hello, David, how are you today?” Like you give a shit. “I'm just fine, it's such a beautiful morning. Here, let me help you with those bags.” Why the hell don't you use a cart like normal people. “Thank you, David, you're such a nice boy, the car's right over there.” I know where your car is, you old...

These stories are meant to be read serially Jen and I spent the following few days visiting her relatives we had met at the party, where Jen spent most of the time talking with the teens and cuddling the younger ones while I conversed with the parents. That's what she wanted, to try to connect with the next generation, and I watched her flourish when she did. We waited some days until Saturday to visit Harry and Lucille's...

The Agent Chapter Four After returning to base I hoped to get a little down time, not that I was really tired, but the tension of the last weeks had me feeling a little hang dog. So I was leery when Simon sent for me. I hoped there wasn't a critical event on the horizon that I'd have to jump on. I knocked on Simon's door and entered when he clicked the lock open from his desk. Entering, I saw, besides Simon, Jennifer and...