This is a story that I published years ago on another story repository, under a different pseudonym. Much of the backdrop is historically accurate, though the principal characters are my invention. The influence of Ellis Peters' Brother Cadfael stories is rather obvious. Note that the nun described below is *not* supposed to be the famous English mystic Juli...
Author's Note: This story is part of the On The Job story event. There's probably a link on the front page or something, so go check them out. **** Still working in a clothing store was not what I envisioned for my early twenties. It had been fine in my teens, but I'd assumed I'd be somewhere more 'grown up' after that. Which was not to say I hated it or...
AUTHOR NOTE: If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some of my other equally uninspired fiction: After the Party Daphne's New Life How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Screwing My Ex They came out in that order, and according to one reader, I got better as I went along, so do yourself a favo...
Nicole had no idea what to do with the rest of her life. Yet, it didn't bother her in the slightest as she strolled across the pasture, covered only by her bikini and sunglasses. She carried a towel, having left all her other belongings back in her tent. She was unlikely to run into anybody -- she hadn't seen anyone all day -- and the sense of freedom that c...
This is the third and final instalment of this trilogy. The most enjoyable aspect of everything surrounding this is your feedback- I'm grateful for the time you have taken to read any of these instalments. Receiving comments and your votes means a lot and I appreciate it. Trigger Warning: *Contains themes of violence, injuries and deceased persons.* Incl...
Author's Note: This story is not meant for those wanting a quick erotic read. It is long. It is a love story. It is a tragedy. Love it, or hate it, but either way I hope you enjoy the journey. I know the journey has been eye-opening for me as the story evolved into what it is. * I froze in mid-step. My pulse crashed in my ears as I hovered in time, caught...
At the urging of a few readers who enjoyed, "The Dark Side of Flavia", I wrote this follow up story. "Dark Side" and "Dark Revenge" are stories in a parallel world with "There She Is Again". Sometimes the stories cross paths making some additional fun for those who have read them all. Unlike other follow up stories, this one may leave you with a couple of qu...
This story is a little longer but I've decided to keep it in one piece to avoid losing the rhythm. It's told in the First Person from the viewpoint of Ellen and because it's set in 1963 I've tried to keep the language as real as possible. The inspiration behind this story came from a picture of a ticket to the dinner JFK was supposed to attend the night of t...
The drive from Emma's was an absolute blur and I don't even remember steering. I had been pretty much on cruise control as I drove, glowing as I thought about everything that had happened over the weekend. I was in a wondrous haze, not really paying attention to where I was, and then, there I was on my street turning into my driveway. I was on one hell of a...
Heather and Gloria came down the stairs holding hands and smiling happily. Heads turned to look at them and the girls were checking them out more carefully than the men. Julia came over and fussed a bit with Heather's hair to put it back the way she had it and smiled at her and then turned to Gloria. "Have a nice shower?" "Oh yes, I feel thoroughly cleaned...