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Madness doesn’t always shout, my dear readers; sometimes it arrives quietly, gently, and often feels like a warm hug from our loved ones.

It's the story of a lonely student, who's losing his sanity to the abstractions of the society.

“Me.  I can give you myself.  I know everything that Mordecai knows.  You won’t get anything out of Priscilla.  She knows hardly anything.  I keep her in the dark on most things for such occasions as these.”  I continued lying.  “If you release her, I shall surrender.”There was silence on the phone, so long that I believed that he had hung up.“Hello?”“I’m still here, Mr. Aquila.”“Do we have a deal?”“Yes, we will acquiesce to those terms.”“One condition; let me speak to my wife.”“Alright,” there was a space of quiet until I heard a familiar voice.“Aquila?”“Yes, Priscilla; I’m here.”“I’m sorry.  I meant t...

“What’d he mean by that?”  Enoch inquired as they walked.Romulus whispered in his ear, “He’s saying that I need to get rid of these contacts.  Quickly.”  He removed them from his eyes, stored them in a small container, and placed them in his pack.“Shouldn’t we destroy them?”“No, Enoch.  I have a better plan.  But, we need to make haste first.  When it gets too hot, we’ll make camp somewhere.”“Sure thing.”They finally found a wonderful spot to make camp.  They ate a bit of jerky and water, while relaxing beneath the tarp that they draped over two Joshua trees.  Romulus dug a hole and carved a trap out of mesquite and ocotillo...

She picked up a large silver bucket and emptied it into an old copper tub.  The tub was six feet in length and held some of the iciest well water that you’ll ever find in Savannah at that time of the year.  It was drawn from one of the deepest wells in Chatham County.  The well had been dug out in the backyard, nearly twenty yards from the back porch.  She walked over to the corner and set the bucket down with the little dent facing outward, always facing outward.“I guess it would help if you added the hot water, Rosemary,” she muttered to herself.Rosemary went back to the corner and took the silver bucket over to the fireplace.  She had a black, cast-iron caul...

I love my great, great, great, great grandmother very much…and she loves me.  And we’ve never even met. It all originated somewhere near Charlottesville, Virginia.  Well, that’s as far back as I can trace it anyway.  There was something magically wonderful about the old Virginia Commonwealth of the late eighteenth century.  The climate held such diversity with its long growing seasons in some areas, but brutal winters in others.  They were so proud of their local boys; particularly Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and John Marshall.  Most political roads flowed through Virginia.Just outside of Charlottesville, there was a certain plantation on a certa...

A humorous tale of turmoil at the tennis club as rivalry, cheating, love and hate present Laurie with unprecedented challenges while the clubhouse is being rebuilt. Meanwhile, his deputy Helen is desperate to start a relationship.  She’s sure Laurie wants that but something going on in his life is blocking it. What is that something and can it be overcome?

The following afternoon to her astonishment, Walter arrived unannounced in an army jeep driven by an attractive blond sergeant in her twenties, the first time she had seen or heard from her husband since visiting him in the Isle of Man. Emily and Richard were having tea; the boy jumped up from the table, spilling the milk in his excitement, and rushed over to hug his father with shouts of: ‘Daddy, daddy’. Walter wore battle dress and Emily noticed that the revolver in a holster was tied to his wrist by a lanyard. ’Don’t you touch that gun,’ he warned his son as he gave him a quick hug and Emily a peck on the cheek. ’It’s loaded. I’m not on leave; I’m here on army business. ...

“You been bit before, Pa?” Geoff asked.“Naw.”Geoff snatched up the headless snake to toss after its missing head, but Valentine stopped him.“Hold on.”Geoff stopped.His father took the limp thing from him and slung it over his shoulder. “’Swasteful. Snake tastes mighty good.” Valentine picked up his musket, hauled up their catch, and strode off toward home. Geoff scrambled to catch up.Sometime later, he saw Valentine smile. “Naw, I ain’t been bit. Seen others to it though. Some as died…” His words trailed off, but he continued walking, leaving images just hanging there for Geoff to ponder, for what he considered a very long time.“Some didn’t?” Geoff asked. His ...

BlurbThe attractions Roopa experienced and the fantasies she entertained as a teen shaped a male imagery that ensconced her subconscious. Insensibly, confident carriage came to be associated with the image of maleness in her mind-set. Her acute consciousness of masculinity only increased her vulnerability to it, making her womanliness crave for the maleness for its gratification. However, as her father was constrained to help her in becoming a doctor, she opts to marry, hoping that Sathyam might serve her cause though the persona she envisioned as masculine, she found lacking in him. But as he fails to go with her idea, she becomes apathetic towards him, and insensibly sinks into her fr...

BlurbIf passing through youth was like crossing the mirage of life for Chandra and Nithya, it proved to be chasing the mirage of love for Sathya and Prema though for plain Vasavi, Chandra's pitiable sibling, it was the end of the road.As life brings Chandra, who suffers from an inferiority complex for his perceived ugliness, and Nithya, who was bogged down being jilted by Vasu, together, they script their fate of fulfillment.And as poetic justice would have it, Sathya, who caused Prema's heartburn, himself was led down the garden path by Kala, doing a Sathya on Sathya.Just not that, life has in store just deserts for Vasu owing to Nithya's retribution as he tries to stalk her.Besides, after ...