I watched Janet put El through her paces. Janet looked so proud, El so beautiful. El high stepping as Janet guided her through the pylon marked course, walking ,trotting, her tail swaying. At the finish El stood tall and straight facing the judging stand. The lady at the mic. said "Very good". Janet drove Eloise out the gate and another team was announced a...
Chapter 02 -- 2nd Rung This is the second instalment of Sara's story, and will make more sense if you've read the first already. Everyone in this story is over 18. * When I awoke in my new bed in Helen's house, it was a Monday morning -- a working day. Not wearing panties under my uniform skirt was no novelty, as I'd given up wearing them during my brief...
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...
Rome 95 AD I have no memory of returning from Tarentum where twenty three met her fate at my hands. In my room at the gladiatorial school, I wept with sorrow from the depths of my heart. A key turned in the lock on my door and I sat up wiping my wet eyes. It was number eight. Her face was grim and on the verge of tears. Those who fell that dreadful after...
During the ride to wherever we were going, I sat in the middle back seat between Jennifer, her name I now recalled as she helped sit me in the back seat between her and the other girl I recognized from my dance class. I had not yet learned her name, but she smiled softly, almost sheepishly at me. Renee sat in front with the Uber driver, who looked like he ju...
To mark the (slightly over) one year of me submitting stories to this site, I thought I would do a Halloween special. The origins of this story began with a play on the High Plains Drifter / Pale Rider westerns, but as I began to write it up, I had a slightly better idea. So I stirred in a little sprinkle of Folk Lore and a song I was listening to on the rad...
Knight of Passion Alone in her tower, Princess Mariella could hear the sounds of battle coming from below. Out of her window, she could see down into the courtyard of her prison, the tall stone spire that had confined her for close to five years now. Far below, the cobblestones were streaked with scorch marks, long black lines of soot that crisscrossed the...
Doctor Samantha Ewing sat back at her kitchen chair enjoying a cup of steaming peppermint tea. She had just brought her morning newspaper inside to unwrap and enjoy her daily routine. Life was routine after all and to invite a divergence from routine would simply breed discontent and disappointment in her life. Samantha learnt many years ago to keep it simpl...
Madame de Baincourt: A Libertine Woman during the Reign of Louis XIV Madame de Baincourt by romane and Translate by Solitary Dreamer. It may so come to pass that in this story there will be contradictions with regards to certain things of the era in which the story takes place. Things pertaining to the style of the period: Stockings, a bustier or teddy, a...
A. Zachary had been on the force for a number of years now ---- the youngest graduate from the academy at age twenty-four. She challenged herself to finish a Bachelor of Arts degree and the Police Academy at the same time. Superiors and co-workers alike knew full well that when Zachary set her mind to something, it got done with 110% of her attention. Now af...