Monday morning, Dec 11, 2028 It was nice having my own gym clothes for a change. I had been self-conscious wearing Eric's old ones. I wore street clothes on the way to the gym, with the new ones in Eric's gym bag. The walk was getting easier, even if was still cold in the morning, twenty-seven degrees. At least it was warmer than Sunday morning. The workou...
Special thanks to my editor All characters are over 18+ ******* Sebastian Landis stood resting against the framework of the ship, his eyes watching the rotation of the dark matter engine that powered that nimble ship. To him, where he was from, such things were child's play; his people once roamed great expanses space. However, those days were long gone w...
Hundreds of top models around the world have gone through the casting process for the annual Victoria Secret Fashion Show—but only a few have come out with angel wings.What's next? Adriana Lima Taylor Hill (WIP) Elsa Hosk (WIP) Martha Hunt (WIP) Karlie Kloss (WIP) Bella Hadid (WIP) Kendall Jenner (WIP) NOW WITH IMAGES ;) Gigi Hadid (WIP) Candice Swanepoel...
Ainsley stood quietly at the back of the room. She had taken one of the last chairs in the corner of the last row. Only minutes before the ceremony, ten very loud and hyperactive women rushed in and Ainsley graciously moved to the back. The music began. It was a classical piece. Ainsley tried to remember what it was called. With so many weddings, she had for...
Ch. 11b: Waltz with the Demon's Pet 2 Anna found herself in the same position. She couldn't remember what happened after Ursula had left. She remembered a sharp, intense pain. Then she remembered sharp stings from different part of her skin, probably from the whip. Then she remembered nothing. She was glad that the unconsciousness had rescued her from furth...
My friends have told me that it’s difficult to tell the sequence of my stories, so I’m adding a number to the title that will put them in the correct order. These are fiction. I hope you will continue to enjoy them. There will be another in the “Linda” series (true stories) posted in April. Thanks for taking the time to read them and I appreciate your feedba...
by Phillip Johnson Chapter One Hundred Thirteen The three guys talked over breakfast and coffee at Ma's Kitchen, and the four women were several tables away deep in conversation barely taking time to eat. Doug finally went over and told the women they were going back to a bench on the town square and they'd wait for them there. At least that way they cou...
Thank you all for being patient... I know a lot of you have probably lost interest at this point but, for those of you who haven't, I hope you enjoy this. Covid (ugh...) has been such a drag. When it started, I was so boggled that I couldn't write but now I'm really getting back into the groove. I have another two parts that are in the works - will most lik...
It started off as a regular Sunday night dinner at his parents' house. It was a tradition Angela Banks instituted when her oldest child moved out of the house seven years before. Now all her babies had moved out and they all came back every Sunday, just for her. "Hey, Mama", her oldest child, Katrina Lynn, or Lynn, greeted her; bussing her cheek and walkin...
Monday evening, September 25, 2028 I drove home from the airport with one hand on the steering wheel. Addie had a death grip on my right hand with both of hers. I didn't complain. I couldn't stop glancing over at my wife, just thankful that she was home. To put it bluntly, God, I was relieved! After we got home, Addie read a couple of stories to Katie and...