My name is Bradley Franklin Morrison IV. I have lived a privileged life, as did my father. We are both beneficiaries of an enormous wealth created by my Grandfather Bradley Franklin Morrison II. My Grandfather achieved his wealth in the lumber industry and a very lucky discovery of uranium on land he had acquired for the timber. The uranium was discovered a...
Maggie stood on the deck of their yacht. Life couldn't get better. She and John were going to start living their dream today. As if God wanted to bless their voyage, the sun was shining and the sea seemed extra blue. Johnny hoped on board. "Ok everything is cleared and the EPRB is certified. Phone the kids quick and then we can leave." They were finally o...
Jessica slept, her Swedish ancestry proven by her hair, a mildly snarled mass of pale tresses contrasting with the deep amaranthine pillow case. She occupied her favorite place, post-orgasmic sleeping. "OhMyGodtheyrecominghereintwodays!! SamnAndrewaregoingtovisitAlabama!" Jessica opened her eyes –one of them, anyway – as the shattering burst of incomprehe...
The bakery was finally closed and our sweet rounded gossip, Sara was headed down the slowly emptying street towards the small house where she lived. It wasn't anything special. In fact it wasn't much bigger than a shack, but it was a home and it was hers. Although slowly growing dark outside, there was still plenty of light to see by in order to light a fi...
Oh, not again! Drew thought as she stepped onto the elevator. For the past four weeks, every time she got on after work, Lance was there too. He was tall, gorgeous and blue-eyed, with blond hair and a killer smile. Give him a horse and he's the man that dreams are made of, she thought idly. Except he's a rude, ice cold man who only sees women as warm bodies...
The internationally infamous man who calls himself Samuel X came home that night after a long day at Carleton University and an even tougher shift than usual at Bell Canada where he worked. Seriously, what was wrong with people in Ottawa these days? The Canadian capital had always struck him as a covertly racist, two-faced and dull environment. For the life...
I looked at Daisy, wondering by the second what happened to her. She was still washing her face off of any leftover juices. When she finished, she looked at me. She kissed me on the cheek. "What's wrong?" She said, tilting her head. "Daisy... I want to ask. But I really don't want to ask," I said to her, softly. "You want to know what happened, do you?...
When the discussion was at its hottest, when she wasn't sure if I would even stay and listen, in desperation, she tried one last time "I'm your mother, Greg, I love you and I have never lied to you except for this one thing. Please give me a chance to explain." I had just confronted my single-parent mom that I new I had been misled about my 'dead' father....
Okay I apologize for the confusion but for whatever reason or happenstance,I submitted this first and then later the same day submitted ch 2. While chapter two went through fine, chapter one just up and disappeared. *wondering if there are goblins in computer* Anyway - here is the revised version of one - which will hopefully clear up the questions raised by...
I admit it...my husband has made me watch too much Stargate (SG-1). One of the most common themes is alternate universes. Of course, it is not a theory with which I am unfamiliar. Some of my favourite episodes of Star Trek centred on the same theme. And, of course, my honours high school physics touched upon Einstein's Theory of Relativity. For me, one of m...