Chapter 13 In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea for Paul to sequester himself for a long weekend with nothing the meager contents of his refrigerator and a well-stocked liquor cabinet. Three days. Three days of silence from Steven. Three days of messages from Ace. Three days of hating himself. Paul felt like such a fool. And, worse, he knew bette...
If you missed part 1 and 2 of Bittersweet Irish Cream, please go back and read it to get the full story of how these two ended up here. To those that have been waiting for this moment, I hope it satisfies you! I would love to hear your thoughts on Jack and Ethan at this moment so please comment, vote and thanks for the love so far! ~~~~~ Jack had never act...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** It had been four days since Dan and Ben had shown up at my apartment, followed by my friend Tim. I had seen Tim every day at school and spoken to him. He was getting better in dealing with what happened to him. He seemed less jumpy and far less depressed. I had been worried about him, for obvious r...
Note to the reader: For those unfamiliar with the word 'tushy: 'tush' rhymes with 'push'. Chapter 1 The door to the interrogation room opened and Detective Henderson walked in. He dropped a manila folder on the table and sat down, staring at the teenage boy who sat opposite him with arms crossed defiantly. Scott Henderson's promotion to detective when he...
INTRODUCTION This is the story of how I underwent three regression therapy sessions with surprising revelations about my present life, love and personal circumstances Chapter 1: Opening Scene It was 7pm and I was beginning to get nervous, wondering if this was such a good idea after all. For the umpteenth time I had glanced at my watch, looked out of li...
Twenty years had passed, a life time of accomplishments behind me, and I was still nervous as I drove up to valet parking of the Park Hyatt Washington. Twenty-year Class Reunion; I had avoided the tenth, but I had found myself wondering about my friends and classmates as the twentieth had approached. Why I wanted to see anyone again I wasn't sure. I hadn't b...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hey guys, I am truly sorry for the late post. I had been really busy with studies, tests and labs but as promised I will be posting when I have time. I just hope that you will love this chapter. I feel really happy and thankful because this story was welcomed wonderfully by you guys. Thank you. * PROLOGUE Praveen...
The Great War had ended six years ago. For some of us, though, it was still a part of our daily lives. I had enlisted when I was seventeen. Six months later I was in hospital with pieces of shrapnel embedded in both of my legs. I recovered fairly quickly and returned to the fighting. As luck would have it, only a week before the Armistice was declared I was...
I woke up on my left side, my eyes not quite willing to open. I slowly rolled onto my back and realised Rob wasn't in bed anymore. I tried to concentrate to see if I could hear any sound coming from the living room but there was none, everything was completely quiet and dark. It was still the middle of the night. For a few minutes, I tried to go back to slee...
Summary: Straight guard learns of black inmate's power over all. Note 1: This is dedicated to the real Ken who retold this surprisingly largely true story. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, thor_ph, Robert, and Wayne for editing. Prologue: I'm the prison guard and Kareem Mwangi is the prisoner, so you would have thought I had the upper hand, and until...