• Hanky Panky

    “Hey, I wanna’ take you someplace,” he says. “I don’t know.” I’m not in the mood. We’ve just had a few drinks and a smoke after another fight. Now we we’re driving round the suburbs of Miami at three in the morning. I’m sick of my boyfriend’s jealousy. Possessiveness I don’t mind; but the fucking… Continue Reading

  • Owned | Pages 1-46

    So, based on the preference of readers, I’ve changed the title from the ‘Sex Slave’ to ‘Owned’. Rather than chapters, I’ve lost count of how many, you can judge my progress by the number of pages. I rewrote the chapters (following the last post) several times (and I haven’t had as much free time), trying… Continue Reading

  • Daydreams & Distractions | Copious

    This story, daydream or distraction begins on a back porch: Louisiana, close to midnight, where two dozen or so mingle under a string of incandescent light bulbs and moths. Empty and half empty beer bottles sit on the porch railing. Frogs and toads dissemble under the dark beards of Spanish moss. Some ratty speakers are… Continue Reading

  • between the lines

    I worked on this story for a while. Wanted to write something fun and a little special for all of you. Hope you enjoy. ~ Will 1 A gust of sunlight floods the kitchen’s floor. I can’t decide whether I like the mixed metaphor. But why not? That’s a mid-winter’s sun that’s not really winter’s… Continue Reading

  • The Sex Slave | Chapters 1-3

    And here is another chapter. I’m thinking that ‘Owned’ might be a better title than ‘The Sex Slave’. Let me know. As always, consider my posts a first draft. What you read is the way I wrote it just yesterday and today. Stream of consciousness. I made a slight change to the first and second… Continue Reading

  • Distractable

    You wouldn’t think, but in the dead of winter when a wood stove burns in a small house, one may wear as little as on a summer’s day. One my put on a shirt and nothing else for the little things needing done indoors. By midmorning though, a woman may begin to wonder if she… Continue Reading

  • Damaged Goods

    So, this story is a bit of an experiment. If you like it, let me know., “Can we talk?” “Sure.” The two women sat silently as the first woman seemed to stare at nothing, at the half empty cup of coffee, at the small round table, at her own nervous fingers gently feeling the cup.… Continue Reading