When the night came it was with a terrible suddenness. Now I have come to this, I do not know my quill will scratch the words. My emotions, even at this distance are too raw. My anger remains hot and red: with Tostig and his arrogance; with Edwin and Morcar for their selfish uselessness; with Harold for his certainties; with William the Bastard, just for be...
Cinderella was a beautiful young woman. You couldn't always tell, her hair often in a messy bun, her face and clothes dirty from cleaning and cooking all day. She once lived a happy life with her father in his estate, but that all changed when he remarried. Her step mother was a cruel woman and Cinderella knew she only married her father for his money. But...
Scotland: 1557. Margarete stood by the window, folding and unfolding a square of linen between nervous fingers. Her young body was taught with anxiety beneath her rich gown. Abruptly, she spun around to face the somewhat older woman who sat calmly stitching at an intricate piece of embroidery. "I must know more of him," she snapped, her large eyes flashin...
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...
We pulled into my home in Fort Smith about 11 pm. I live in a manufactured home on an acre I bought from a farmer right on Old Union Town Rd in Rena, north of Fort Smith. It's got a nice, long circular gravel driveway in front - I'm damned if I'm gonna be backin' up when I bring a semi to my house. Now, in case you're thinkin' it's some old rattletrap mobil...
It was a Friday night and Erica had decided to work late tonight instead of coming in any during the weekend. Her reasoning for this was that her husband was out of town with his boss and the kids were gonna spend the weekend with some of their cousins. No since rushing home to an empty house and besides, Bryan would be back in tomorrow and she hoped they co...
This is the final part of Delicate Touches and I've struggled with this part more than any other part because I still feel I should have tacked this part onto Part Seven as it's just an epilogue and the part where I tie up loose ends. The eventual novel that comes out of this would be longer but this is just the first draft, more or less. Thank you to the pe...
Becky had spent the whole morning showering, shaving and exfoliating herself, as she "prepared" to meet Sandra that evening. She was happy, excited and terrified, all at the same time. She was happy because she had recently met Sandra, a sensual lesbian woman who had managed to give a whole new meaning to her life. She was excited because they had planned a...
The Dream: Watering my plants always reminds me of Angela. I putter with the watering can, clearing away dry leaves, placing tiny stakes of fertilizer in the soil, doing my best to nurture their little green lives. Our first "date" was a tour of her spring garden...rows and rows of glorious irises, tulips, daffodils, and luscious spring fruit. I remember...
From the author: Three things- this is largely scene setting. Part two will be largely sex, and then eventually there will be more sex and romance in part three onward. I plan to get you part 2 very soon. Sorry if this bit of the story is slow paced - it will heat up. Two- I am predominantly a fanfic writer, so sorry if that style doesn't carry well in an o...