by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
I love her. God help me but I love her. I have loved her for as long as I can remember…probably since the first time we met. It wasn’t romantic and there weren’t any of those supposed fireworks…we just literally bumped into each other. Okay, the fact is that I plowed...
by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
My name is Jessica McNamara but you can call me Jesse; everyone else does. This is my story to tell. I suppose I could be more eloquent. Certainly I have been accused of being overly-talkative on occasion, but I cannot bring myself to be excited by the events I am...
by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
Where should I start? I once read that the best place to start is the beginning. Yes, the big, tough butch can read. Want to know something else? I’m a graphic artist. Now isn’t that a manly profession? But back to what I was saying before. Words have never come...
by R.D.Wylder | Sep 3, 2013 | Stories
My angel, There is so much that I want to say to you right now. I had this whole thing planned out in my head but somehow the words are escaping me. They usually do. I wish I could tell you that I don’t love you anymore; that I’ll be fine without you. I know I told...
