Hello Once again. I recognize that the last story of mine was a little.... Lacking, to put it kindly. So, I decided to go back to my roots a little bit. Now, I was told to include more visual cues as far as characters are concerned, but when the chips are down, Love isn't about looks, it's about the person under the make-up, behind the eyes, whether stormy g...
Author Note: You'll need to read part one of this story, Twenty Minutes, or it will not make any sense. She was shaking with fear when she left the police station. Had she been followed? Were they waiting for her? She stood out front for a few minutes, absolutely terrified, until the cab she'd called finally pulled up and she slid inside. She turned every w...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 31 Toni Delacroix looked across the street as a Superior Lawn Care, LLC truck pulled to a stop at the empty lot. She did not envy the men; the wind blowing off of the Atchafalaya had to be bone chilling cold. "Oh, Mama, y'all get cold y'a...
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Disclaimers: The characters are my own creation. This is part 2 of “Two Halves, One Soul”. This story picks up where the last one ended. Constructive criticism/feedback is much appreciated. A heartfelt thanks goes out to my beta reader. I couldn’t have done this without your input, support, and corrections. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sleek black Harley hugs...
It was a dark and cold night. Tom could hear the late night noises of central New York City in the distance. There was a smell of dust and abandonment in the old deserted factory. The windows were all cracked or broken. Pieces of glass lay shattered on the dusty floor. The walls were dirty and stained and the paint was peeling off like old skin off a snake....
Snowfall in February isn't unusual in the Washington D.C. area, but this monster had already dumped six inches of pristine white powder on top of the ten inches of existing snow left in the wake of a little surprise storm two days ago. Today's storm had held off just long enough for everyone to make the slow arduous commute to work. Before lunchtime, with th...
This story is set in Halogaland, a region of Norway, around 600 CE, in the pre-Viking era. All sexually active characters in this story are over the age of 18. * * * Herta Einarsdaughter was different from other girls, not in a good way: her parents let her know this early and often. The boys of the village would not let her play with them, and she had no...
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The morning news from CNN bounced off my subconscious while I made coffee. (CNN)'....North Korea rattling sabre again....' I don't know WHY I was making coffee, other than it was a habit I'd picked up in the 15 years of my now-failing marriage to John Anderson. (CNN)'....Corrupt New Jersey cop sought in slaying....' I'd never enjoyed the bitter taste of coff...