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...
This is my attempt at using a different style of writing. It hops back in forth between the past and the present so I hope it is not too confusing. I had an itch to write about an impossible love since I usually stick to tame, romantic, and sweet short stories. I will probably wait before trying to continue this one (I don't want it to feel rushed). Please...
As I unlocked the front door of my boutique, I noticed that the security alarm had not been set. The lights were turned down inside so I guessed Carol, my very efficient and beautiful manager was still there. It was after normal hours, and I'd remembered that I'd left some papers, I meant to take home with me. Relocking the door after me, I moved toward the...
The alarm clock's music filled the room at 4am and Liz reached over to shut it off. She was tired. As the years passed she grew more and more tired. She was 52 years old, a little heavier, a little softer, a little more mellow...and yes, a little more tired. She stood, tugging at the sheets and quilt as she made the bed. She would strip them this weekend and...
Darkness is the way of the day, the ambience is sinister and the mystery adds to the flare. A 15,000 square foot home is the setting. I walk in with nothing but my costume and keys. The keys are to my car which is securely parked in the locked garage and my personal room for the night. I am staying in a theatre room equipped with surveillance cameras and com...
"Here you go," Ellie Travis said to the well dressed woman on the other side of the glass counter as she handed her the small store bag continuing her purchase, "and thank you for shopping here at R.J. Nickels." Ellie always felt a little silly saying that after every sale, but knew all too well that some supervisors were eager to write you up for not doing...
This story was co-written by Browncuriousity, please do not reproduce without author(s) premession. Evelyn Masters sighed as she cut across three lanes of traffic to get of at the Maple St. exit. More than one person was laying on their horn and giving her impolite hand signals. Thanks to her mother she had nearly missed her exit. "Evie girl can you hear...
I scanned the bar area but she was nowhere to be seen. I'd been covertly watching the woman for the last hour without mustering the courage to go and speak to her, now she was gone. I'd only gone out for a quiet drink on my own, book in hand, in order to get some peace and quiet from the workmen that were hammering and banging in my neighbours house, but I h...
"Separation Desolation -- Chapter 01" Warning: Book II gets very, very dark in places. It may be disturbing to some readers. Please know that it was not done gratuitously. Please also be aware that there is very little sex in the story. Note 1: The title pretty much describes the tone of this story. For those who are wondering -- there is no way I could ti...
Vivian sat on the side of the hospital bed, shoulders hunched, and stared down at her feet. Her straight black hair hung around her face, shrouding the rest of the room from view. Darren, her brother, had assured her she'd come in wearing those clunky, thick-heeled boots, but she didn't remember buying them. A lot of things from the last two months were fuzz...