For K. For your guidance, patience, and generosity – my humble gratitude, fedaain. Letters from The Hesperus Portsmouth The King's Head January 12, 1865 My dear Marie, The ship is laden at last, and we sail on the evening tide. Tom and I spent the night ashore; I know the voyage will be hard upon him in the close quarters below decks, and I have spa...
Hey guys, here's chapter 2! Some major things go on in this chapter, but Simon and Reggie develop even more in their relationship. Stay in tune for chapter 3, and enjoy reading! •••••••Simon•••••• I stared at my dad in utter shock and surprise. I couldn't summon up any words right now, and the silence of the cemetery creeped into my ears and into my head....
Finn rolled over on the pavement as he started to feel lightheaded. His eyes shifted restlessly in their sockets, watching as countless pedestrians stepped carelessly past his weakening form. They side-stepped, creeping around his huddled body as if he were vermin. He wanted to spit at them. He wanted to give them all something to really be afraid of. He c...
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The gas station was finally empty. This was the first time it had been so busy after midnight since Micah started working there. He sat down behind the counter with his procedures text and found his place. He'd barely read a page when he absently glanced out the windows to the pumps and noticed a folded piece of paper. Someone had tucked it beneath the side...
Flyboys Pete swung into the gym with a big grin on his face. "Fleet's in and I've already talked with Javier. His ship will be in early, on Thursday. Says he can get a three-day shore pass. Time for a special weekend." "I'm game," Todd answered, but he was looking up at the man spotting him on the bench press and asked, "How about you, Dan?" "Every weeken...
Author's note: Please bear with my grammar. I only use English as my second language. I am not a writer or anything but I do aspire to be one as I found out I liked writing stories. I don't have an editor only because I'm shy. Please read the prologue of this story, Event Horizon, so you may follow the lead. Please write your comments below as they are appre...
During my last year in college, I lived in a house where my lease gave me a room by myself and living area that I shared. When my original roommate moved out after the first semester, a junior from Malaysia moved in. I could never learn to pronounce his given name, but he went by Paul. We got along okay, and I learned a little about his country. He was the t...
Troy was staring into the Cross Keys Winery shelf of the dimly lit wine cellar in the basement of Professor Hammond's house, his arms extended and his hands grasping the edge of the shelf, as Brad Baylor, Hammond's "significant other" rose up from behind him where he'd been knelt, working Troy's hole with his tongue. The strong hands of the James Madison Uni...
"It was good of you to come." "I was surprised that your father wanted me here." I was sitting in the courtyard of a restored traditional Turkish home on Efeler Street, three blocks up the hill from the old walled harbor of Kyrenia, in Turkish-held Cyprus. Zeki Ceren, the son of Serhan, was looking a bit uncomfortable but also quite handsome. There was quit...