I am a 70 plus year old, award winning oral story teller from Rockwall Texas. My first novel took me 34 years to write, published in 2017.Since then I have published two books in 2020. Check out for more info. Authorstevekravetz.com
A Marijuana Man
The Present: 1984 There is nothing like the clanging of a steel prison door against their iron frames to jar you back into reality. I am federal prisoner number S.T. 83-7964-976 and for the next seven years I will reside in the federal prison at Seagoville, Texas. Or any place else the United States Federal Prison System wishes for me to occupy space. My current elegant accommodation, with gourmet meals, and glamorous attire is not what this story is really about though.
A Ride To Some-Where
The clickity, clickity, clack sound, rattled his subconscious but the rider fought it, all he wanted to do was just go back to his comfortable sleep. Though the constant shaking, rattling, and now the rolling from side to side made that impossible.
Zara the Cobblers Daughter
"You call that a Cock?" She shrieked, looking him dead in the eyes, "when is it going to get hard? Don't look at that pathetic worm, look at me when I speak to you. I am a women who is willing to trade her virginity over to pay a debit, but you don't have the equipment to do the job. So here is the new deal. I will give you a day of erotic entertainment like you never could dream of, but you must do as I say, totally went ever I say it, without one complaint, do you understand? Do we have a deal?"
An Owl in the Hand is Better Than Too Big A Fish on Land
This tale I am about to tell may be hard to believe, but I swear it's 100% true, oh ok at least 87% give or take. Now I remember, I was standing by my desk at Truman Trucking, trying to figure out how I was going to get all the loads I had booked the previous day, all possibly picked up. When the phone rang and my mother was on the other end.
There is More Than One Way to Do Every Thing
I guess for a old cow hand, who spent a better part of his seventy year old life, observing Mother Nature, her beauty and her strengths, Old Jake Wadworth thought, He had felt, and seen, just about every thing, that one woman could throw at a person. Boy was he ever wrong.
Zara the Cobblers Daughter
She was a striking young woman, 5 ' 10" tall with the most chiseled high cheek boned face. Surounded by the silkiest long flowing blond hair. He had his breath taken away just from seeing her from across the street from the shop. 'She walks like a queen,' he thought to himself, 'not as the cobblers' daughter that she is. What a magnificent pare of , she must have under that frock,' he wonders to himself. Even so, he could tell by the flawless skin between her throat and what of her chest that was exposed that she was flawless and probably still a virgin. Which he would hope to find out soon either way, she was most certanly ripe for the picking.
The Tales of the Tails
A Chicken for A Dog My love for animals started late one afternoon while I was at the State Fair of Texas in Dallas Texas in 1953. I was six years old, and my family was enjoying the sights, sounds, different food groups, the rides, and of course, games of chance. Where, anyone, had the opportunity to win a large stuffed animal.
An Owl in the Hand is Better Than Too Big a Fish on Land
This tale I am about to tell may be hard to believe, but I swear it's 100% true, oh ok at least 87%. give or take. Now I remember, I was standing by my desk at Truman Trucking, trying to figure how I was going to get all the loads I had booked the previous day possibly all picked up. When the phone rang and my mother was on the other end.