1949 -- In the beginning Prologue Julia Monroe leans her forehead against the window of the railroad car, her mind barely registering the scenery streaming by. As a young teenager, on her way home from the boarding school, she was fascinated by it, imagining all sorts of wonderful stories set on fantastical worlds. This time, Julia is thinking of a very di...
What you see is not what is there. What is there is something else. – Unknown Part One. Valerie Frankie is in one of her preoccupied moods. Valerie concludes that as she lies with her head in Frankie's lap as Frankie studies some papers brought home in her briefcase. It's ten o'clock in the evening and the TV tube is now showing the evening news with the s...
(Author's note: This is intended for lesbians who have difficulties arising from severe church indoctrination that has affected their ability to accept their lesbianism. In Iowa, their Supreme Court opened up same sex equality. Fundamentalists launched a campaign to remove those justices who voted in favor of this, and succeeded. At the present time, an avow...
CHAPTER 1 - IT'S MY JOB Soul crushing. That's what this was. Emily finally figured out the right word for it. That's what her job was. Soul crushing. She worked in the drab and bland cubicle number thirty-six on the boring floor twenty two of the blank glass office building. In fact the only thing exciting about her job was that she got to ride on an elevat...
We'll Get Through This Together This is not necessarily our 2020 lockdown. As with my story 'Lockdown Toy Boy,' the lockdown scenario is merely the vehicle for events to unfold. All participants in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. 1 - Tallulah I groaned out loud as my phone rang for the fifteenth time that day -- or was it the sixteenth? Ea...
(Author's note: This story is 14 Lit pages long. Please take your time reading and enjoying it. BTW, it is a purely lesbian story with regard to religion and its effects on lesbians) Chapter 1 There is no doubting that a female is a work of art, some more so than others, a few bordering on perfection. It was something that I concluded for myself when I fi...