Zach screamed. For the first time in thirty-six years, he screamed the air out of his lungs. ‘Stop being a baby,’ the apparition said, his voice sounding like tar, effectively silencing the petrified man. Zach was staring at a nightmare. And the nightmare was staring back at him. That thing had his wife in captivity. […]
Cathy sat on her bed, exhausted from her quarrel with her husband. How could he do that to her? She was lost. Zach wasn’t one to use subtle means to achieve his aim; he took a more direct route. Her thoughts niggled at her, which made her frown. It did not make sense to her at all.
Zach did not want to panic, but he could not help being afraid for his dear wife. What had happened to her? Had she screamed for help while he was revisiting the past? He quickly decided to search the perimeter of their residence. He easily and quietly crossed the backyard to the other side of the house where they had set up a small toolshed.
Cathy felt numb as she sat at the doorstep leading to their backyard garden. It had been five years! Five years of trying to put those horrid final moments behind her. Five years of doing her best to patch her relationship with her husband, Zach. And that was also difficult: I mean, how do you
The blood-curdling scream at midnight got Zach jumping out of his comfortable bed and grabbing his gun before his brain registered that the scream had come from right beside him on his bed. He let out a puff of air, re-placed his gun and turned the bedside lamp on. He sat heavily and watched his
Melissa stared at the image in her inbox. It was a wedding invitation: of David and a woman named Catherine. She was not surprised that he was getting married; far from that. She was, however, surprised that she felt hurt and betrayed. She could feel her heart ripping apart the longer she stared at the
From procreation to pleasure, the motivations for engaging in sexual activity are as diverse as humanity itself.
People on social media platforms celebrate the advent of the weekend with pictures and texts that express their joy of break from the hard week and the opportunity to relax before the onslaught of another work week. Unfortunately, some of these people express their joy by writing “Thank God Is Friday”.
Just as women have long been honored for their maternal abilities, men deserve recognition for their paternal potential. While the physical demands of pregnancy and childbirth are undeniably on the mother, the emotional and psychological journey is shared. Moreover, issues like male infertility highlight the importance of both partners in the quest for parenthood.
