Todd watched Maddox move sluggishly around the room cramming things haphazardly into a bag. "So we are leaving Saturday morning?" Todd asked, wondering why his friend was packing almost a full week before they left. Maddox didn't answer he just moved to his closet. He had so much to do during the week that packing frantically the Sunday before was his only...
Straw and Kabul They fell into an easy rhythm in the thatched cottage. Food appeared at the door each morning. Prize carried water and cleaned the well furnished rooms. He fed and watered the mare in the small stable though the odor of damp straw riddled him with fear. He knelt at Gordy's side as he read or worked at his desk. They moved to the bedroom up...
This story may contain graphic and dark material that some readers may not agree with. If you are squeamish, please press the back button and dodge this story... The direction I went with this chapter is very, very different from any other chapter I've written so far. I never went with such a subtle approach before and I kinda like it. As always, tell me...
Note from the author: First, I want to thank all of the people who have sent such kind e-mails to me telling me how much they are enjoying my work so far. Since this is the first time I've tried my hand at writing, except for papers when I was in school and they don't count, its very reassuring to know that people actually do like it. Thanks again for all...
Chapter Eighteen - I Will Be Your Soldier "What's the meaning of this?" Ruslan asked. "Who are you? Where is Martin? What did you do to him? And why the hell do you sit there like you own the fucking place?" The stranger put one hand up, and his smile grew wider. Johnny was in too much shock to say anything. Now he understood a few things, especially about...
So, I made it to part two of my little story, thank the gods! Since some readers were unhappy with my choice of cities, I changed locations throughout the whole first part. If you read the first part before I resubmitted it, you might be confused now. Sorry about that, but I didn't want to let that criticism go unheard :) I'm having a blast writing this st...
We pulled on our clothes and jumped into Sven's pick-up, with me in the middle. I looked over at Kurt. He sure looked good. He wasn't wearing his mechanic's overalls like I'd seen him in last time. He had on a faded pair of jeans that looked real good on him; not too tight, but not too loose either. They fit nicely on his hips. Up top he had on a plain black...
In most senses Bran had been invisible at the Hayden saloon the couple of months he'd been there. But as he came out of the back room into the main saloon hall, carrying the bucket of water Levi Yost, the saloon keeper, had told him to use to freshen the bowls in the rooms upstairs, he looked at the tall Christmas tree in the corner. Sadie, Katie, and Faye w...
RICHARD: Sir Ruben sat on the throne, acting as King's hand. He wore the gold Borgion seal around his neck, staring down at his subjects. A number of King's Guards stood by in the throne room, being an intimidating wall of manpower that no one wanted to defy. Sir Leerwood approached the throne, bowing as he handed Sir Ruben a thick portfolio. "These are...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. Do not reproduce without permission from the author. Thanks. Not A Date Monday night Ryan cooked. He made spaghetti sauce from scratch and homemade meatballs and put it over pasta he gave a fancy Italian name but just looked like little spirals to me. We watched an old black and white foreign film which didn't make m...