Author's Note: This is a story for the Highway Song event arranged by blackrandl1958. Runaway is a story about Lacey, a small-town girl from northern Manitoba. Part coming-of-age story, part love letter to Canada, part First Time romance, I am so excited to share this work with you, and would love to hear your feedback. I will warn the reader now that this...
Rose's POV Things had slowed down quite a bit since the assassination attempt on the President. We did what the other Packs did; laid low and made sure we stayed safe. Most of us had spent time in the basement, watching the news coverage and wondering if we would be found out. Starting a war between the major Mexican drug cartels by hacking and attacking so...
"Walking feels good!" Carrie sighed. "I ate too much." "Whose fault is that?" I grinned. "No one said you had to eat that last pancake." The beach was quiet. That was no surprise considering the time of the year. It was cold and misty out. The sweatshirt I was wearing only helped a little, but I didn't mind. I was with my girl and life was good. "But they...
The entire crew was in the Medical Bay, except for Faye, who wanted to be there, but was dutifully monitoring the long-range scans as they approached the Dragon March. They had gathered around the cryostasis pod that contained the ninja who'd attacked them, and the girls' faces were bleak as they stared at the captive woman. Her face was a shattered ruin, th...
[Some of you have never known a man like Tank. I had the privilege. Perhaps this story of fiction mixed with events and feelings quite real will give you a glimpse into what Tank meant to me. I'm putting the story in Romance because from 1968 on it really was love.] * Weather.com gave me the bad news. The drive to Tank's funeral wasn't going to be fun. The...
All storms pass -- eventually. Life goes on, if but for a brief time, and often tentatively at best, like storm ravaged limbs falling down into rushing streams before tumbling onward, and one day, perhaps, out to sea. The sun returns for a time, and with upturned faces bright eyes seek it's warmth. Spirits of wounded souls reach for the solace of sky; words...
Standing on the edge of the cliff looking out to sea, I watched in the distance, the silhouette of an oil tanker going out to sea. Putting a hand on either side of my hips then taking a deep breath of clean air at the same time listening to the ocean crash on the rocks below. Kneeling down I scooped a handful of dirt then bringing it up to my nose smelling t...
Jordan was shocked when a lawyer called and told him that he had received something from his uncle's estate. He had barely known his uncle and did not know that he had died. Uncle Ira had been strange; actually Jordan's great uncle on his father's side, he had only met the man a few times. As a child Jordan had been scared of the old man. The last time Jord...
Author's notes: Special thanks to Cecilia Martin for her invaluable advice on story content! Let's not forget Taco1085 for a super editing job...Thanks Larry! ***** This time Bob ported all four women directly to the second floor of the hospital where once again, he found both doctors ready and waiting. Asimah delivered her baby first and Bob named h...
It was on the final day of the conference that I drank too much with my 'conference friend', Liesel. We were both aged in our forties, with careers in workplace health and safety, and we'd found ourselves at a three day event in a tiny beach town in North Queensland partially out of a desire to increase our professional knowledge, and largely out of a desire...