Lawson Wallace
Bio
Sixty-one year old married guy, currently living in South Carolina. I live with my wife twenty miles outside of Columbia. I write about my personal experiences and anything else I can think of.
Stories (18/0)
The Night My Life Changed
It was my mom’s fifty-sixth birthday. Mom was having a good day despite the Radiation treatments. Mom’s brother, uncle Richard was living with us, my dad, my sister, and me. I was off that night from my security guard job. When I woke up that evening, we surprised mom with a cake.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Confessions
The Wolf and the Virgin
They didn’t need to wait for a full moon, they ran whenever the mood struck them, but it was such a beautiful summer night they couldn’t resist it. Alex drove the SUV down the lonely country Highway, not another car in sight just Alex and his wife and mate Liz. “A good night for a run.” He said as he reached with his right hand and stroked Liz’s thigh.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Filthy
The Night I Don't Remember That They Never Let Me Forget
I had been working for an Electronics Manufacturer in St. Petersburg Florida for several months. I had heard so many stories about the annual pig roast. I was wilder then than I am now. I wasn’t going for the food.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Fiction
We Met Two Years After We Started Talking
When Olivia and I met for the first time, it was at the terminal where she had just got off her plane. We embraced and headed to the shuttle to go to our hotel. We ordered a pizza and sat back and enjoyed our evening.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Confessions
Becky and the Handsome Stranger
Becky and the Handsome Stranger The pond was in the center of a park a few miles outside of town. There were benches and concession stands selling hot cocoa. It was a clear cold day, and ice skaters were sitting on the benches to put on their ice skates.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Fiction
Upstairs at the Shelter
The Room upstairs At the time, I had an iPhone. The carrier had discontinued service because they wanted me to pay my bill for some reason. There was a payphone on the floor; Olivia had texted me her cellphone number; one afternoon, I called her.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Confessions
Brad and Janet's Lucky Night
On a lonely country road, the dark was shattered by a blinding flash of light. The craft appeared as if from nowhere. It landed in a clearing separated from the road by a line of trees. A door opened in the center of the craft. Four humanoids exited the craft.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Fiction
The Road to Homelessness
It Was Good While it Lasted It was a good life while it lasted. I lived with my dad, a retired worker from an electronics plant and a retired Airforce Master Sargent, and my uncle, my mom’s brother, a retired plumber. We lived in a three-bedroom house that my dad bought after my mom died.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Confessions
Lost in Minneapolis
It was a cold Halloween night. I had been awake for over twenty-four hours. I didn’t know where I was on 35W. When I ran out of gas. In the center lane of the Highway. I got out of the Ford F-150 to push it to the shoulder and almost got ran over. “Fuck this,” I muttered as I got back in the truck and turned on my emergency flashers, and waited for the Highway patrolman.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Confessions
Lost in Minneapolis
It was a cold Halloween night. I had been awake for over twenty-four hours. I didn’t know where I was on 35W. When I ran out of gas. In the center lane of the Highway. I got out of the Ford F-150 to push it to the shoulder and almost got ran over. “Fuck this,” I muttered as I got back in the truck and turned on my emergency flashers, and waited for the Highway patrolman.
By Lawson Wallace3 years ago in Fiction
