Dedication Stories

Uncertainly, Yorke Martin approached the red-signed shop, “SUMNER BOOKS.” Was his troubled mind really recovering? Dr Phillip, his psychiatrist, who had guided him through the two years of trauma, thought that the prospects were positive. “Of course,” he had added, old eyes full of understanding, “the grief is something else. No guarantees there. Time may be the only sedative.” His first approach to books since that awful...

CHAPTER 1 1994   She arrived at Emmett J. Carlson high school on the third day of classes, and on that day I fell madly in love with her. Love at first sight? Don’t tell me that there’s no such thing! Oh, and didn’t I say? Today is the third day of classes I alluded to. I closed the distance between us with as much confidence as I could muster and tapped her on her shoulder. “Hi, I’m Sam,” I said. “Huh? Who?” she said. “S...

In the living room when hubby’s asleep, in the bedroom when hubby is awake or when I’m home alone, I log on to see what I’m getting myself into.It started in the chatrooms, which made me a nervous wreck, but there was something about talking to you that made it different. Not always easy, but you made an impact nonetheless. You were the first woman I connected with. You just wanted to have fun and, thought I was boring at...

I wipe the slate cleanIt's like describing a freefallWhile drowningIn a sea of endless lovePulled away from the coastWhere all of those people areThe ones that turn their backsAnd laughAnd jokeAt your expenseLet her surrender herself to meFor one nightTo allow myself that pleasureTo drop the facadeTo lay vulnerably on her bedAnd witness perfectionHer deep brown hair and eyesI never knewI never knewI never knewOr I would h...