Those were the highlights of my days, in pink in my spreadsheet. And the thing is, having kids is not like when a man leaves you. In that crisis scenario, you are left with the hope that you can start again. In the kids scenario, you cannot put them back up your vagina where they came from. It’s done. Permanent. And people without kids resent when you tell them that not having kids is a selfish choice. Maybe they are right. But for sure, once you have kids, it is much more difficult to be selfish. You have seen my spreadsheet, and I was one that used to take pride in my endurance threshold. I had worked in investment banking! I was one that constantly gave my best shot at things. But you have seen what my days were like. Unworkable.

And the nights. The nights were purgatory, constantly waiting to be admitted to hell. Admissions were random………




‘Two Princes And A King’

Among the same group’s membership was General Edwin Walker. Walker used his military office to aid his own political interests. He publicly handed out John Birch Society literature to American troops. His propaganda labeled President John F. Kennedy and some of his appointees as Communist sympathizers. This was an attempt to associate John F. Kennedy with Soviet ideals and programs.



‘A Minor Happy Ending’

  Within a matter of seconds, I went from feeling utter discomfort to finding the place where I was meant to be. He turned me to face him and brushed a soft kiss to my lips for what seemed like a wonderful eternity. “Dyl, I’m so glad you came. I’m not ready to leave you yet.” I answered with a small peck to his lips then he led me to his room.

He placed my bag on his bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. I started to pull out my silk boxers and tank top, to sleep in for the night when I felt his presence behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist, nuzzling my neck. It caused a giggle to erupt from my throat. “I could listen to that all day” he said continuing his precious torture.




“They can read our minds. Exactly! I would like any of you to tell me how we can successfully fight an opponent that can read our minds. An opponent who so far has shown no weakness to our weapons of war. And more than that, let us say we find a way to kill them and win, what then? Do we wait the next fifty to sixty years until the remnants of humanity dies out? Do we destroy these mutants and watch the human race go into extinction?

“And what of this nation. How does our government survive if there are no more children? Who will obey the laws or care about the next day if people understand that there is no hope for a future? I made an oath to protect and defend the U.S. Constitution and implied in that oath is the necessity that there is someone left to govern. Someone must be alive to govern or our way of life is truly at an end.



‘Just Live’

  The night before, he confessed that he had been having an affair and I told him whatever made him happy made me happy, although he was skeptical. He swore on his life that I was all that he wanted, but I knew better. I caught them in the women’s restroom at the rehearsal hall earlier.

I listened as he lied, telling her that we agreed on him continuing to see her after we were married. The pitiful excuse for a woman sobbed while he consoled her cries.





‘The Dark Hurts’

 He looked over towards Sammie. Her body was still shaking uncontrollably and each step took two, three, or four times longer than it should have. He looked towards Sammie, but this time, his hand signals were different. They were with much more haste and urgency. Why? He could not begin to explain for the road in front and behind them no longer existed.

Sammie was only three feet away from………



‘Dracula Un-Dead’

When Cotford picked himself up, he had lost sight of the suspect and was unable to see anything past his nose. He had found himself lost in the streets, unable to find his way back to the scene of Stride’s death.

The night ended with another murder. The forth victim was discovered in Mitre Square, a mere stone’s throw away from where Cotford had tripped. When he fell, so had his career. If only he had been………



‘Different Walks’

“C’mon, I need the practice.”

He wasn’t exactly selling me on the idea, but at the same time, when did I ever require much convincing?

“Well, there is one thing I’ve had in mind…”

“Okay great! Britt is almost done here, she’ll have you in the hot seat in just a bit.

In a weird way, he was charming and had a way of making me fell comfortable. Plus Britt didn’t look half bad considering.



‘Deadly Deceit’

George Milburn tripped and put a hand out to steady himself. He sat down on a wall to rest for a moment, pulled off his cap and wiped his brow with a handkerchief already damp with sweat. It was a stifling midsummer day, the hottest he could remember for a long time. No breeze either. Just baking hot sun. OK for the young’uns, but he couldn’t cope with it any more. Maybe not the best of days to……



‘My Perfect Life at Cornish Cottage’

  As I say it I look out and feel slightly concerned as I see Mr Tumnus bouncing higher than the boys as they stamp on the trampoline to see how high he can go. I move over to the door and race over and manage to catch my furry friend as he bounces off. I really should have bought the trampoline with the safety net attachment. Will I ever stop feeling the guilt of bad parenting?