This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights are reserved. First Edit: edthe3rd2003 Final Edit: WickedWendyDru My Dear Wicked One, Thank you for challenging me as a fledgling writer, and for your unfailing support in helping me to meet those challenges. You make me think about what I am writing, and keep me true to my characters. Thank you for not...
The following is a true story as told to me by a friend. Back in the late Fifties, I was the captain of a US Navy vessel, a big man o' war (that shall remain nameless). Three heavy gun turrets, a couple dozen torpedoes, several million dollars' worth of seagoing steel, and several hundred men were my command, but as the CO, I was enjoying my last cruise. I...
I frequently refer to the boys in this story, the boys I refer to are DJ, Jamie, or Matt, they are all age 19 or more. At my age (76) anyone under 25 is a boy! DJ Part IX Sunday morning it was raining when I woke up about 8:30, not at all surprised that the boys were still sleeping. I made coffee, and was on my second cup when my phone rang, it was Jamie's...
The Knight pulled his destrier to a halt, the sounds of crying and pleas for clemency reaching his ears. He glanced back to the wagon that followed him. Ratafian was already leaping down, the thin, black-clad man reaching for the knives he wore at his belt before vanishing into the trees that lined the road. The Knight nodded, Ratafian would cut off the corn...
As I walked up the stairs into the community center, I kicked the snow off my boots and pulled my cap and gloves off and shoved them into my pocket. I saw the "TOY DROP OFF" sign and followed the arrow down the hall. I walked up to the table with the bag containing the three toys I had bought. I didn't have a lot myself, but I always felt that it was import...
"I can understand you wanting to get away to complete the problem scenes in the second act, but to such a remote place? Do they even have cell service in—what did you say its name was—Oyster, Virginia? It sounds like a dump. Or a pile of rubbish. I have visions of an oyster shell pile on a deserted scrub beach. Everything washed out in soft, weak pastels; ev...
Author's Note: Happy Holidays! A Christmas story for my readers! This story is very, very lightly inspired by yaoi. And when I say lightly, I mean I have not taken the time to read up on yaoi to determine what it's really all about. In fact, the most research I've done on yaoi is reading Jet Mykles Heaven Sent series which I've read on message boards some...
Christian walked back to the Hag's Head where he and Amos had tied their horses. Amos's horse was still there so Christian knew that he hadn't yet gone back to the Palace. He checked inside the Tavern and found no sign of him. Christian was starting to become angry. Where had Amos gone? And why hadn't he told him that he was leaving? Christian mounted his ho...
I felt my eyes starting to droop as I laid on the couch watching a rerun of "The Golden Girls". A sudden pounding on the door startled me awake. I sat up and stretched and shuffled to the front door. I opened the door to find my brother-in-law, Sheppard Bannister, standing in the hallway looking pitiful, slumped over with a dejected posture. He had his hand...
Thank you all so much for reading and liking my story. The 5 years that went into the making of this fantasy means so much to me, and has yet still so far to go from total completion. One day, I hope to have it published in hard cover as books. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed it. Chapters 100 and 101 have been dutifully edited by my acquaintance, read...