Stories by c.w. cobblestone

The rain is slithering down the windshield like hundreds of tiny crystal snakes, turning the parking lot outside into a spooky watercolor painting. The fog is heavy tonight, and everything around me is surreal...a dreary world of mud and mist. They've been in the restaurant for more than two...

Henry felt the soft menthol breeze tickle lightly against his the back of his neck, an angel whispering in his ear. He closed his eyes and almost smiled. He drank in the stirring light of the day and inhaled the sweet, delicate smell of summer, and everything seemed okay. Almost. A man and a...

CAST: SHEILA: Mistress of the household. She's a beautiful, cunning blonde who is quite assured of both her power and her beauty. She doesn't work; all monetary concerns are taken care of by her husband, fred. JAMES: Sheila's live-in lover. His swarthy good looks hide his true evil nature. He...

I watched with sad eyes as the candle on the nightstand did its flickering, erotic dance...teasing me...the fire's happy jig seemed to be reminding me of what I had become...and of what I used to be. I knelt by the empty bed, hypnotized by the flame. It's only Friday, I sighed. Another long...

Well, here we go again. Another long night sitting alone in my damp basement cubby hole, staring at the clock and trying not to cry. It's a terrible way to spend an evening, I know, but unfortunately I'm getting used to it. Going on midnight, and still no sign of her. I have a pretty good idea...