by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
Please note that Part 1 of this story has been published and therefore does not appear on this site. She could hear the noises in the background, but they were neither strong enough nor important enough to invade her thoughts. Her mind was troubled and the beach had...
by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
“Hey! I paid good money for that dance.” His voice was indignant. Clearly he wasn’t a man who was used to not getting his way. We see a few of those in here from time to time; the men, and women, who think the power they wield out there means a damn thing in a...
by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
She stands there…alone. In a way it’s almost poetic, seeing as how she usually feels a little bit alone anyway. It is raining outside…pouring really…and she remembers something her literature professor once said about atmosphere and setting the mood. Having been half...
by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
Past… …then she took my hands into hers, and she came to me. I cradled her so close that I could feel her heart beating and my senses came alive with the scent of her skin. It was a scent that she always wore…one that she had taken and made uniquely hers. “You...
by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
It is just after dusk. Somehow it is a fitting time for her. There is just enough light that I can make out her silhouette. I know that this will not be the last time I am here, in this spot, watching her…just as I am watching her now. She knows that I’m here. I have...
