These are stories that are definately not for kids so you might wanna put them to bed before reading them.

  Stormy Angel. A smile curves as as a distant thunder calls to her. She closes the book and rolls on her stomach looking out the window at the dancing clouds inviting her to come out and play. Picking up her onyx colored cat, she rubs noses with Asia and gets up and goes Downstairs to commune with nature as it's best.

This next short story was sent to me by me good friend Gypsy and i think it's pretty good and I know you will to.

Rain It had been a warm summer morning not very long ago, she had woken with the sound of someone trying to quietly move about the house. The large patio doors leading to the backyard were slightly opened, and she could tell that a gentle drizzling of rain was falling outside. She grabbed her silk robe and loosely tied it about her waist.

  This is story was inspierd by the subtle yet sensual sounds that are made by the saxophone. Its not finished but it soon will be.

Casual Interlude"Maybe we could play a few notes together sometime." His eyes lit up, "You play sax?" His smile went from a polite how do you do to a lets get to know one another smile. "I can but my horn is the trumpet." This should interesting. " Trumpet is cool but the but the saxophone is, sensual" he answered her statement with low sexual overtones in his voice that made her shiver. "Sensual, huh? Sounds interesting," sipping her drink. She did play the trumpet but that was ten years ago. But like a bike once you learn you never forget. Just like sex.

This next story is a change of pace for this section in that it is geared toward a different direction.
It is a diary entry of a brand new dad. I think that you will like it. Drop me a line and tell me what you think.

Diary of a New Daddy
I'm typing one handed now my daughter started crying for attention. Who am I to argue? This little lady can have all the attention that she wants.

This next selection is by my friend Glen. There is no way to describe it except... deep. It is also entitled Rain and If you read his work in the Adventure section the i know you will love this..

The RainThe first paper towel to land was almost lost in its mission, as the wine overtook it. Many more towels were to follow, and stupidly I turned to watch her throw them down in an ever expanding blanket of red pulp. I watched as her delicate hands floated each sheet to the floor, and for the briefest moment I saw her wrists as the source of the stain, her wrists open in long jagged wounds perpendicular to her elegant wrists. And at once the image was gone. I looked to her face, her eyes, so alive and content.