Since the night where they had both stayed late at her office Lauren hadn't so much as shared a handshake with Jennifer and while it meant that her stomach wasn't squirming with tension all the time, she found that she missed the little 'innocent' touches that had driven her so crazy before. Sure Jennifer was the model employee, friendly, attentive, efficien...
I met her in a pub in Cable Street. What was its name, now? I can't remember, but it was the sort of pub you'd find the likes of us in. She was singing, along with a crowd of other people, while a blind beggar played the fiddle. She was smiling, but I could see from her eyes that she was frightened. But then everyone was. We didn't dare go out to work, but w...
Disclaimers: I did borrow a little bit of the characters, like Xena, Gabrielle, Ares, and Artemis from the TV show "Xena: Warrior Princess" which belongs to MGM. So, please bear with me. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The short strawberry blonde haired woman reluctantly laces up her brown Doc Martens boots, and looks into the mirror one last time....
The last habitable cottage before you come to the lighthouse at Ardnamurchan, the most westerly point on the Scottish mainland if not the whole of the ancient island of Britain, used to nestle to the southern side of an old, square tower. This tower may have once been a fortified block-house, such as one sees throughout the wilder parts of Scotland, where cl...
"Whoever had the brilliant idea to hire two female anchors, should be taken out and shot," Sue Marshal said, as she watched the two women storm off to their respective dressingrooms. Sue was the producer of the late night K-U-N-T Channel 7 TV news program the two women were supposed to co-host, and had been dealing with their temper tantrums for over six mon...
Greetings everyone, Wow... It's been about a year (I say that with this site in mind) since I began uploading my stories to you all. It's been an enjoyable journey thus far, I must say. In my view, I've grown as an adult writer since then. With that in mind, I decided to come back to my first long-term project, Fairweather Ranch. I do have it all planned o...
Scotland, 1557 on the road between Perth and Whithorn A persistent mist had given way to cloudy stillness. Lise had dropped back in the line of riders until she rode just before the hired guardsmen who brought up the rear of their party. They were traversing a lightly wooded hillside on the way to Sterling, which, for the most part, required them to ride i...
Ann knew she wouldn't catch-up leaning forward, and crouching low over the mares' neck, she whispered into its ear, begging for more speed. "Come on Girl!" she urged, breathing in time to the horses thundering hooves. It was four years since she and Bev had raced like this. Their childish competing, which had often been the cause for them fighting that end...
Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider; she'd admitted that to herself a long time ago. She'd never been that good, not since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle. She didn't like riding after that, and now, eleven years on, she still w...
Looking in through the window I was fill with rage and loathing. That stupid husband of my favorite pony Princess was having his way with her. I couldn't believe it when Princess left my pasture for him. Ran off and got herself hitched, not to a cart but married. Princess, my sweet filly whose pretty pussy gleamed as shiny as her mane, was now eating his coc...