Here continues A Thanksgiving Tale, if you haven't read it, I recommend you do as it will make this story easier to follow. I have changed the name of the story to A Winter's Tale as Thanksgiving is over. Before I let you start reading I would like to thank my editor C.P. who helped me out more than I could have hoped. Even so, all the mistakes still left a...
Tonight had been the night from hell. Two deaths in one night. The first patient, a very kindly man, almost 80 years old, who spoke to her every night she was on duty. He always had a nice word, a bit of advice...and peppermint candy. She always smiled when she thought of him. The second death was a woman no one would miss. A nasty woman, close to 90, who ne...
I could see myself reflected in the golden elevator doors and I smirked at myself. Behind me, I could see the expensive marble floor, the impressive (if a little gauche) Corinthian columns, and the gilded trim that was stretched around the perimeter of the lobby. Everything, including me, had a slightly gold-metallic tinge from the reflection, giving everyth...
Author's Note: Warning, this story contains violence and some dark concepts. Neither are part of the sex or romance, but paint the background which drives the heroism bringing the characters together. If violence is a specific turn off for you, this may not be the story for you. Special thanks to livingforfun for editing and improving this story. *****...
This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover' and it will make little sense unless you have read the first part. To Recap: Milly's wife, a police officer, was killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, provided comfort through Milly's grief. The following year Fiona decides to study at university, near to Milly's home and spends a lot of time...
*** 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. Otherwise, enjoy! Obviously, don't reprint without the author's permission, and any similarities between the characters and people/events of real life are, of course, purely coincidental. Harmony. *** Shrill piping s...
These two fictional people are as real as I can make them. I hope you like reading the story as much as I liked writing it. *** It was the perfect day for a hike, especially for rainy Seattle. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and there was just a little bit of a breeze, but I was too nervous to really notice. I actually had butterflies in my stomach...
The frenzy of Saturday, after we got home, continued Sunday morning. The house shook (I think) as I screamed as you fucked me. You barely let me touch you in the shower afterward. You gained a measure of revenge by insisting I make us breakfast nude. That wasn't much fun, especially when I was 'told' to make bacon. I must say -- having you lick the grease sp...
As the author, I would like to remind everyone that depression and can be very serious for some people. If you feel depressed, please seek a friend or some other professional help. Don't wait until it's to late. Life Worth Living I sat in my car looking at the fast moving current of the river. It was the snowmelt that gave rise to the river this time of th...
Rachel Kent stood at the glass counter just to the right of the restaurant's vestibule. Without conscious effort, the twenty-two year old redhead smiled warmly at the lunchtime customers as they came in, welcoming them to D'Martini's. It was a greeting she had perfected long ago, which was good, because putting on a happy face was the furthest thing from her...