I probably ought to feel worse about what we did to Jim Boomer, or rather, what we had him do to us, that last term at university, but when I start thinking back about that strange, singular semester, I just can't get around to feeling much remorse. On at least one level, he brought it all on himself. Lenny and I, old high school jerk-off buddies, had reuni...
Thank you all for your comments and critiques on this story. You've helped me bring each chapter into the light. I look forward to reading your thoughts. This chapter has been too long in my mind. ***** Crucible Five Months Later "I think he's dead." The sound came from far away, mater of fact at the base with anxiety tucked in at the edges. The voice l...
For my Snoopy Love! Everyone always warned me that college would fly by, but I didn't realize just how quickly the time passed when I was doing things entirely on my own terms. Working at the consulate was actually an amazing job, and I loved every minute of it. I was the youngest person in the office, and everyone took me under their wing. I found myself...
Chapter 17: When All Else Fails... © Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006 "Apologies for the delay to this chapter. My internet connection and my husband have both been sick and it's taken me a little while to get around to posting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the penultimate chapter of Rayne's French adventure." The usual terms apply. Copyright belongs to Sadie Rose...
This is my first submission, please be gentle. :) I welcome constructive criticism and feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read my story: Jet Lagged. * I slowly open my eyes and look at the time. 1:14am. Of course. Because it was 6:14am in Casablanca. I would be up with the rising sun, possibly having coffee on the veranda right about now. Instead I...
The concept of this 'Prison School' was the brainchild of Ruben Styles, the gay son of a State Representative, who pushed through a bill to build and operate the school. It was a multi-purpose plan, primarily sold as a means to train non-violent felons in saleable careers, those being building trades, Masonry, Electrical, Plumbing and Carpentry. Also, since...
"Vanessa Romane." Vanessa quietly replied after a few minutes. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She mentally scolded herself for having such a reaction to Reyhen's adopted brother. "I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but this is kinda embarrassing." "It's all your brother's fault." Remi grinned and gently lifted Vanessa back up to her feet. "He was...
Chapter 1: The Boy in the Red Shoes ** This is the first story of what I plan to be a multi-storied series. There will be two parts to this series but many stories if that makes sense. So this story is in the first part and it is the first story of that part. Please, if you like this or don't like it, leave a comment or star it. I would really like to impr...
At exactly 4pm I opened the door that led into the address on the ruler. A man greeted me at the door called me by name and ushered me inside. I had expected to enter into a foyer. I think I had imagined a dimly lit hallway that led to an apartment that Mr. George kept for clandestine meetings like this. Instead I found myself in a grandly appointed lobby th...
Author's note: First and most importantly, I'd like to thank Nelle1022, not only for all the time and effort put into reading and editing my stories but also for offering invaluable feedback. Thank you so much! You rock! Also, this is a continuation of Rain Falls. If you haven't yet, I strongly suggest that you read that first. While this story probably coul...