Fiction - Soul Mate

Rosalyn's story is not just about finding that special someone but also about facing the consequences of the decisions we make.

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Her mother was the last person Rosalyn needed to think about – at least right now. Things hadn’t been this bad when she’d moved to Atlanta to complete her MBA. Back then the two-hour drive from Columbus, Georgia hadn’t been far enough to discourage her mother’s frequent visits to preach the virtues of keeping her books opened and her legs closed.

Marriage and children hadn’t factored into the equation. Now, since her thirty-first birthday, Rosalyn’s conversations with her mother strayed predictably to those subjects. Part, but not all, of the problem had been resolved when she’d found a job in Richmond, Virginia - just outside of momma's “dropping in” range.Read Entire Story

Fiction - Day Dreamin'

Michael is in love – but not with his wife. His story is about one man’s struggle with the thin line between fantasy and reality.

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It was supposed to have been just a trip to attend a technology seminar in Norfolk, Virginia. Instead, I will never forget the erotic rendezvous it became. Let me first say that yes, I am married. My wife, Tammy and I have been together for almost twenty years and we have two beautiful kids. With that said, I’m not going to make excuses for my attraction to another women. This doesn’t mean that I’m one of those married men who cruises bars or the Internet looking for romance. Nor do I take my ring off whenever an attractive woman enters the room.

Besides, I can’t be the only man who is honest enough to admit that twenty years of marital monkhood and rescheduled date nights aren’t enough to evoke fantasy – especially if the right woman comes along. In my case, the right woman is Nicole. Read Entire Story

Finally!

Thanks to those of you who have stuck it out to see where my Twitter journey ends (or should I say continues). And, yes, I do hope this will be a journey for you - and for me. I've been working all day reviewing and editing my short story collection trying to decide which one (or two) I'd like to post first. Needless to say, it hasn't been an easy task trying to decide one over the other especially since whatever I post , for better or worse, might provide a first (and last) impression of my blog.

In any case, things are not quite ready but we are at least moving in the right direction. Although I'm not one who often uses analogies it feels like a good day to use a few. For example, today sort of feels like moving day. Keeping with that analogy, a lot of boxes remain unpacked but I've begun shoving stuff into place. It's still not home but at least it's mine, mine mine. By the way, we're at the point where you'd normally let only your closest friends and relatives visit. So, I welcome you to "my house" and please do excuse the mess.

I'll send out a tweet to let you know when there are changes or updates. Don't hesitate to come back from time to see exactly what I'm up to. By the way, I should have the full versions of the two stories I've posted ready to go in a couple of days. Until then, see you on Twitter.

J. Marcus