First, let me say to the new and returning bloggers to my site - hello and welcome. Today is a good day. What, you might ask, makes this day so special? Well, after weeks of review (and yes, procrastination) I’ve finally added one of my favorite short stories “Flip-Flop” to my blog. The story idea evolved from a news story that I read over four years ago. Actually, the only part of the news story that has survived is the ending. My story answers the question of how did this ever happen – from a purely fictional point of view. That is about as much as I’m going to give away of this story so you’ll have to read “Flip Flop” to get the rest.
If this is your first visit to my blog site let me also suggest that you take a look at some of my other posted stories: Cappuccino, Soul Mate and Day Dreamin’. I guarantee that any (hopefully all) of these selections will provide you with a safe, non-narcotic way to escape from your daily grind. By the way, I do hope that they are at least habit forming and will keep you coming back for more.
Don’t forget to stay in touch by leaving me a comment. Remember. You are my motivation and I’d like to hear your responses to the stories. In addition to becoming a follower of this blog you can find out what I’m doing on Twitter. I’ll tweet you whenever I add stories, make changes or just want to “holler”. I’ll let you know what’s coming up next in about a week. Until next time, read , comment and most of all enjoy.
J. Marcus
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Fiction - Flip Flop
Can friendship survive when sex, love and lies collide? Flip Flop provides one possible answer that you may never forget.
Hello,” Charles answered.
Earl listened to the man’s voice without responding.
“Hello?” Charles repeated then paused. “Who is this?”
Earl let the phone fall back onto its cradle. He stared at Sandy’s picture for a moment before removing a green canvas bag from the chest of drawers. He pulled the zipper, removed the stainless steel revolver and pushed six bullets into the gun’s empty chambers. Earl drained the remaining liquor from the glass, picked up his car keys and stumbled towards the front door. Read Entire Story
Hello,” Charles answered.
Earl listened to the man’s voice without responding.
“Hello?” Charles repeated then paused. “Who is this?”
Earl let the phone fall back onto its cradle. He stared at Sandy’s picture for a moment before removing a green canvas bag from the chest of drawers. He pulled the zipper, removed the stainless steel revolver and pushed six bullets into the gun’s empty chambers. Earl drained the remaining liquor from the glass, picked up his car keys and stumbled towards the front door. Read Entire Story
Monday, June 1, 2009
Fiction - Cappuccino
Lisa instigates an erotic mishap that is not only unforgettable but brings new meaning to the cliché “all that glitters is not gold".
I know I shouldn’t stop by Tony's apartment but I can’t resist. Mercedes has made the man seem so damn appealing – not that Tony isn’t fine anyway. She used to talk about how good his lovin’ was. Now she talks about how he stays broke and can’t afford a new ride.
I know I shouldn’t stop by Tony's apartment but I can’t resist. Mercedes has made the man seem so damn appealing – not that Tony isn’t fine anyway. She used to talk about how good his lovin’ was. Now she talks about how he stays broke and can’t afford a new ride.
I’ve always believed that a man is only as good as the woman he’s with and Tony can’t have any less money than her broke ass. Of course, I didn’t tell Mercedes that. At least Tony isn’t like my ex-boyfriend, Randy. That man was always in the streets, coming home all times of night – drunk, high and the last time smelling like sex. Read Entire Story
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