"Uh, Mom?" "Yeah Sweetie, what is it?" Theresa Johnson looked up at her oldest daughter while she fixed sack lunches for her two other daughters before they left for school. Becca Johnson was profoundly uncomfortable facing her mother. She was sent to talk to her mother about an uncomfortable subject not because, at 19, she was the oldest of three girls b...
Chapter One Image this! Me, writing a love story . . . no, a goddamned romance!! How crazy is that? As the youngest of three siblings I've always been the least likely to get involved in a love affair. If in need of a likely suspect you'd never need look further than my big sis. Erika has "romance" tattooed on her heart. Six years older, she used to mothe...
Author's Note: There is archeological and written historical evidence to confirm that women fought as gladiators. While many were slaves from conquered territories, women from all classes of Roman society fought in the Coliseum and just about every arena in the Roman Empire. A carved relief from the 1st century AD depicts two female gladiators with shields...
Hi Litsters, This is a set of disconnected vignettes about the women in Heather Franklin's life. I have written them as a separate series to distinguish them from her stories which are more closely bound to her job as a lawyer. Your votes, comments and private feedback mean the world to me, so please do not forget to leave them. Hat-tip to House MD. As...
(Intro) I'll keep this brief... My absolute favourite writer is Steven King for not only his style and use of language, but also because he writes under 2 rules. One being that he has no idea where his story is going or where it will end up and the other is that he is highly detailed... Of course I know that I am NOT and probably never will be a "Steven Kin...
//// Chapter 1 //// Michelle clutched her artist's supplies under her left arm as she freed up a hand to open up the primitive door handle to her classroom. This was the only place she knew that still had such delicate pieces of art decorating the doors. Everything was so clean and clinical nowadays. It fascinated her how the entire building managed to clin...
For everyone who's e-mailed / commented regarding this story, here's the full novel. (TW: Mental Health, Trauma) Please let me know what you think in the comments section below. I read every comment and many of them make me smile The next (and final) novel in the series will be out in December, featuring Charm as the protagonist. More info on that to com...
Hi readers! I decided to take a break from my agent series for a while and write a standalone story with new characters. This story holds a special place in my heart and I hope it'll have a place in yours. I hope all of you will like it! Any feedback or comments are highly appreciated! With love, YoursTruly101 ***** This we'll defend. That was it, tha...
Agent Solo stepped out of a black town car as it pulled up in front of my building. As I stepped outside, Solo grabbed me and pulled me into the lobby, away from the cars view. "What the fuck?" "I'm sorry, I know you don't believe me but I swear I didn't mean for this to happen this way." I tried crossing my arms while I held my bag in my left hand, still...
Chapter 1: Cookies & Spice The girl in the green cardigan with the rolling cart makes her way down the main street in the village of Durbin. This is the Durbin of the out-of-the-way, of where Starbucks is unlikely to penetrate, a place pleasantly apart. Down the street she rolls, looking this way and that for where hope rests, a gathering expectation in...