Warning this story was written in England by an Englishman. It utilises English vocabulary, spelling and grammatical conventions; some readers find these disturbing. * The instant I entered the building Syd, our porter, head of security and dedicated Sun reader accosted me. "You're to go straight up and see Mr. Briggs hisself." I plodded towards the stairs...
A note to readers... I have a constant source of inspiration for both words and deeds, and it is form that source that I normally drink (so to speak), but Like Minds was inspired by someone different, new, and most welcome. He has been a beacon, although maybe not the sort that me 'hero' calls upon, and this is for him, for Lee... * It was, of course a dut...
The sound of total silence met Annabelle's ears as her eyes flickered open. Above her was a marble ceiling. Underneath her was the couch she had been sitting on before the lights went out. She sat up and her head spun. "Too much to drink." She whispered and when she opened her eyes again she looked around the room. She was all alone and the side of her nec...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted February 2011 Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Thanks to grogers for his very, very patient editing Friends and family used to call me "The elephant". Am I that big? Not at all! I'm average height and weight at 5'10" and 172 lbs. No, I was called "The elephant" because I have the u...
Annabelle bustled around the house after her husband left for work; she had never felt so good in months Yesterday with Dave had restored her faith in her self. Her self esteem which had gradually been destroyed by her husband’s indifference and his insults had been given a tremendous boost by Dave’s attention and loving gentle ways. “I hope he wasn’t lyin...
When the door opened, Brian stepped inside and immediately wrapped Annabelle in his arms. Seeing Kendra in such a state had incited a need to see Annabelle, to be sure she was safe. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. "Brian, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Brian leaned back to smile reassuringly at her, but when he look...
"Annabelle! Where's my good tie!? I need that tie for a meeting today. If they can't see a good presentation, they won't choose my company to represent them!" "Did you look in the dog's bed?" "WHAT!? Why would it be there!? That's my best tie!" Zarrek stormed out of their room, nearly falling over a sleeping 2-year-old Abby, who, like most nights had had a...
********************************************************************************************************************* Disclaimer: This is my first time posting a story to this site. I really looking for constructive criticism on this piece. Truth be told, I wrote this story on a dare from my friend. I was really proud of this that I a decided to post this....
Trinity took Annabelle to a room where there was a small group of people who were talking and drinking. Annabelle relaxed because the room was a library filled with books that looked like they hadn't been dusted in years. It had a real homey feel to it. There were many places to sit and they found an empty couch in the corner. The other two were taken. Sitti...
Squinting against the warm spring sun, Annabelle pulled her long chestnut hair from its twist at the nape of her neck. Her sensible heels clicked lightly against the paving stones at the entrance to the zoo as Steve, the gateman, smiled at her "Good aftanoon Annabelle, knew you'd be out since tha rain cleared up." Touching two fingers to the bill of his cap...