"Sarah is in love with Lee and he with her. All is as it should be in a romantic love made in heaven."
Sarah awoke to the warmth of the morning sun on her dozing face, bright enough for her to know it was daylight. This was one of those mornings Sarah especially liked. There was nothing she needed to do and no...
"When you love an artist, you are taken beyond whatever you were before he claimed you."
When you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are,...
"The story nears its conclusion..."
Part I January 31, 1512 Casa di Venuccio de Lambra, Rome Italy It is a particularly cold mid-winter afternoon. A man is sitting by a crackling fire and is fashioning a small figure from soapstone. The light shows that it is nearer...
"A story of a man's sexual experiences and his determniation to reach the highest sexual euphoria."
Why do some people morph and evolve into such incredibly free sexual creatures who demand absolute euphoria in their sexual lives? He continued to soap up his body. The water beaded up on his skin as he looked it over....
I screamed desperately into the white veil, thrashing at the blank landscape with the least convincing punches I’d thrown in my life. The cold numbed and bit into my skin, forbidding me from forming feasible fists while my stiff, unwilling...
"Can true love live through the harshest adversity."
It's all my fault. No matter how much I blame the GPS it was still my mistake. Trusting technology over common sense got us into this situation. Damn! I can call it a situation, but it's more serious than that...
"When a new librarian shows up, college student Molly's life is turned upside down."
I hadn’t seen her before, and like always when meeting someone I wasn’t familiar with, I became tongue-tied. Though today, for some unfathomable reason, my awkward shyness was even worse. I had decided to come first thing in the morning...
"A writer spends Christmas Eve in a secluded cabin during a blizzard."
Soaked! Nothing could be more disappointing than crawling into bed and laying in an icy wet spot. I jump out and pull the heavy brown quilt down to discover the cause of the wetness. I don't drink in my bed,...
"The journey in Rome nears its conclusion."
It was the third Saturday before Christmas and my quest to validate Elizabeth’s painting was gathering momentum. It was a wonderful time of the year and being in Rome and now with my lover beside me, it was especially magical....
In the doorway I stood watching my baby sleep. His breath steadily rising and falling and that peaceful look on his face was more than I could handle. I inched slowly over to the bed careful not to make a...
