Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields, and O'Connor. In his late seventies, he now spent most of his time wande...
This is the longest story I've ever written yet and it's dedicated to my fans. In particular, I would like to thank all those who took the time to write either private or public comments for my previous stories and send me emails. I would also like thank all of you who voted for my stories. I still can't believe it that my previous one - "Love me, Please" -...
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...
Author's note: This story has a plot and a decent amount of build-up, so if you're looking for a QF, you've come to the wrong place. Also, it may be wise to read part one before you continue with part two. Otherwise, enjoy! Obviously, don't reprint without the author's permission, and any similarities between the characters and people/events of real life...
Here we are again, I'm posting one of my little stories. In this one I wanted to deal with actions and consequences. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all disclaimers apply. The story in its entirety; comes from no other place than my fertile imagination. I need to thank Wolf-vixen, EKMathean, Raney and the brokenhearted111 for all their assist...
In the darkest, coldest part of the night, four hours before dawn, Mary Durham escaped from the only home she had ever known. For five hours she had lain awake in bed beside her husband, counting the seconds off on her fingers until they were sore and cramping. Slipping noiselessly from beneath the blankets, she crept through the pitch-black room. Unwillin...
Hello dear readers, Sorry but Daphne's sequel is gonna take a little longer. I've received several messages from eager followers. Please forgive me. Life being what it is and since I'm not a professional writer, I've been taken away from writing for several months and right now I'm still working on the ending. It will come out I promise. Here's to pass tim...
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This story has a special meaning for me, and I hope you like it. I still cry at the end of it. PART ONE The Jaguar broke down half way between Albany and New York, a gray day, gray sky, smell of rain in the trees. And Beth thinking: Not here, not here in the middle of nowhere. She sat behind the wheel in the parking lot of a windblown rest stop, people wi...
Flavia holds a dark secret about her past that has caused her to be guarded and given her a fascination with knives. A new lover helps her let go of the past and move on with her life. While there are cross over characters from "There She Is Again", this is a separate story line dealing with a lesbian friend (and neighbor) of Sandy. It was written for a les...