Tony Buford
Bio
hello, my name is Tony and I enjoy writing, so I'm giving this a whirl.
Stories (3/0)
PATENT LEATHER SHOES
It was December, my first Christmas in LA and it was hot for guy from Chicago at this time of year. It felt like it was 80 degrees all over the world. There's something about southern California that makes you feel that way. 'This ain't Christmas I thought', after all, how can it be 80 degrees at Christmas?
By Tony Buford3 years ago in Humans
A RIVER OF LOVE
The rain swirled about him, but he hardly noticed, as he moved through the night with an effortless kind of grace. It seemed he would be the same, if it were a bright sun shiney day. People passing saw him, yet, didn't see him at all. It was a gift he had, being seen yet not, but his presence was always felt. Should he enter a room, heads would turn and people would marvel at his countenance, his height, his dark skin, his handsomeness and the way he moved. There was sensuality about him in his every move, yet if asked a moment later, each person would have described him differently. Some would feel a moment of sheer terror and not know why nor the source of that fear.
By Tony Buford4 years ago in Horror