Other Adult Fiction

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If you are expecting a cute article about how wonderful dogs are and how we couldn’t live without their companionship and lovability you should move on to the next article.

I have no use for the fur bags that live around us. Since I live in the land of dogs and I assume it is in style to at least own a couple of dogs I, on the other hand, would rather chew off my right arm and especially dislike their existence.

The basis of my disdain for this specific life form covers many areas. First of all there favorite activity is to bark. They bark all the time whether it is to simply clear their heads or scare the hell out of anyone who dares walk by.

The people passing usually don’t mind because they are usually walking their own four-legged freak. The stereo sound of dogs drill through my head like a jackhammer does to our urban neighbors. Continue Reading →

Tthere are good days and then, of course, there are Bad Days. Now I am not overly prone to bad days but I do feel personally that my bad days are the worst. So, before you say anything, let me tell you how bad my bad days are. (Loosens his collar Rodney-Dangerfield style).

I can tell you I get no respect around here! So listen up and you will be able to go about your wonderful life miserably happy. It all started with the alarm clock; which is to say, was flashing 12 o’clock when I woke up. You know what that means, your already one minute late for work because someone at The Electric Company fell asleep at the controls, and sent power surges thru your electric lines.

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Oon an island, close to the mainland, was a village called Hope. Over the years, the prosperity of its inhabitants had ebbed and flowed like the mighty Atlantic Ocean, which incessantly crashed at its steep shoreline.

Not having easy access to the sea, the options of becoming fishermen or smugglers were never practical and other ways of earning a living had never been easy. However, these close-knit, doughty people had grown accustomed to weathering the financial storms by leading a frugal but happy life. With only one access road, via a narrow bridge, they were in a ‘cul-de-sac of Time’ and with the stresses of modern-day living, ‘them outsiders’, as they were called by the islanders, were beginning to search for remote places, such as Hope, to relax in.

Slowly at first but then rapidly, bed-and-breakfast accommodation became a handy source of income. At first to supplement but soon after to take over from the centuries-old toil of vegetable growing. With this new prosperity burning a hole in their pockets, many of the villagers decided to expand by pooling their wealth. Very soon small weekend-dwellings started to sprout up in the vegetable fields. Success bred success and the villagers thrived.

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Ii was hanging out the washing in the back garden, as I infrequently do, when a woman who was walking down the road strolled into the garden and stopped for a chat about the weather, the state of the nation and such matters. In those days the garden was unfenced, you see, but not any more.

Staring at her in some amazement I wondered if this was just a localized way of introducing oneself to new people, or was it – I suspiciously conjectured – simply a short cut habitually taken? After a couple of minutes of one-sided idle chit-chat over the washing line, during which my growing annoyance was camouflaged by inane grinning, she continued diagonally through next door’s garden and casually left the premises via a small gap in their leylandii hedging.

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Wwith only dark glasses and a scarf to disguise her, she quickly scurried through the side door of her hotel. Always careful enough each year to follow different streets, she darted off only after she was positively certain that no one was watching her. She was even cautious enough each year to start from a different hotel as well.

She would stride down different streets that were usually teeming with tourists. Like a busy bee bouncing from flower to flower, she would dive in and out of little shops, while at the same time cleverly changing her appearance from time to time, by adding different scarves or sunglasses, or sometimes even changing her dress. Always looking over her shoulder she insured that no one was following her. Her moves were well co-ordinated: quickly through front doors and out back ones leading to allies and side streets, as she skillfully made her serpentine route towards the docks.

This year would not be different, as she started off with a taxi down Victoria Street followed by a brisk walk through St. Thomas Circle and on to the market streets of St. Crois that were sweltering in the tropical heat. Always stopping to look behind to be sure that no one was following, she quickly disappeared in an out of shops and back door of restaurants. After many hours of this, and only when she was absolutely certain that no one was trailing her, would she even attempt to approach the docks.

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Iit is lonely out here on the range! There is no one to talk to except my horse, and the cactus. The ramrod of the 4d Ranch sent me out here to gather up strays that might have wandered off from the herd.

The boss and his family were going to lose the 4d if something wasn’t done quickly. I had found a few doggies, but that wasn’t enough to help save the ranch and, to make matters worse, the boss’s son had become a drunkard. Every night he would go to Zeke’s bar in town, and drink all of his father’s money away. If anyone said anything to him, he would want to fight. Most of the time he would win but when it looked like he wouldn’t, he would draw his gun. Luckily he didn’t shoot anybody, but often he came close to it.

He would come home to the ranch and stumble in the door; call his sister names and demand that she fix him something to eat. After he ate, he would lay on the sofa, in the parlor, and fall asleep. He would always tell his little sister: “Ever since Ma died, you have been Pa’s favorite, he is gonna leave you everything, but not if I can help it.” He muttered this while he was passing out.

What his pa and sister didn’t know was that he had made a deal with Zeke. They would gather up some rustlers, and have them rustle the herd of the 4d. Zeke would sell the rustled cattle and split the money with Ben, Zeke’s son. In the end, Zeke would buy the 4d Ranch and give Ben enough acres to start a ranch of his own. Continue Reading →

Hhe didn’t want to make the drive to the ranch but I had begged him to do it just one more time. Thane sat stiff and straight, his left arm near the window and his right arm on the wheel. I wasn’t sure if I should talk or just listen to the radio station; 99.3 FM, I believe. Suddenly I wished I hadn’t suggested going to the ranch because Thane hated it. He complained about not having electricity, he hated the dust and the ranch made his allergies worse.

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Prologue to Jacob Evans
Jjacob Evans is a completed collection of thirty-seven short stories. This unique collection begins with the birth of Jacob Evans and ends with his death. Individually, everything from heart-warming (romance/spiritual) to bone-chilling (suspense/macabre), can be found – each standing firmly on its own. Collectively, however, these thirty-seven glimpses of life become a simple story of one man’s journey, with all the complexities that make such a trip worthwhile. The collection is woven by the history of reappearing characters please allow me to introduce Jacob Evans.

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Wwhen I first saw him, he was dressed in a fancy green-turquoise coat with white rims and this  wild, sensual look in his deep blue eyes. He moved with elegance and strength: almost dancing, smooth like a panther. I could not take my eyes of him – he hypnotized me. Sometimes I try to copy him but fail childishly. He is so unique. Not only are his looks stunning, but also: his voice, his smile and his stillness. I love everything about him. He is so unpredictable: never boring, yet sincere and true to the bottom of his heart.

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Sshe was sure she had seen him somewhere before, but where? The inquisitive mind of Rose turned to admiration as she watched him propel his lithe body in and out of the traffic with the same gracefulness, as a snake would do over the wet earth.

She watched his manly stride along the busy town footpath and followed in hot pursuit, always keeping a discreet distance between them. If he knew that he was being followed, she was not prepared to confront him with a sensible explanation and a – ‘Haven’t I met you before’ – approach had been outdone, the world over. Suddenly the bustling throng of shoppers had petered out and his manly gait had now become apparent to Rose.

A car pulled up beside her and the driver requested directions, which took up more time than Rose wanted to give. When she looked up, the stranger had disappeared from view and a kind of panic pervaded her whole being. I’ve lost him – oh what if I’ve lost him? She started to doubt herself and wondered if the whole episode was just a dream.

He couldn’t  have gone down a side street because in this stretch of the area there wasn’t one. Relief came to her rescue as logic told her that he must be in one of the shops. Slowly she moved along from one shop to the next gazing with intense care through the plate glass windows pretending to be on a shopping spree.

The newsagents was given special care and so was the tobacconists but none showed her the figure of the stranger. Undaunted but disappointed she didn’t despair and glanced through the near-misted window of the local café. Her heart leaped with delight as she saw him stood at the counter awaiting his order. His arms moved gracefully through the air as he appeared to be explaining something to the counter girl and the smile on the girl’s face brought a tinge of jealousy to Rose. Continue Reading →