***This is a 4-parter that I wrote a while ago. And since there are no werewolves or anything really fanciful in it, then the interaction of the protagonists sets this into the Romance category. It's relatively short and I hope, entertaining to the reader. There's a tad of what might be termed technical stuff in this one chapter, but that pertains to the v...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Every person is alone. That is the definition of Free-will. In this chapter sex is mention, but not described. Caution: there is a good deal of 'back-story' in this chapter. ***** (A Step back in time: that Weekend, between Oneida and Nicole) The weekend... I'd had plenty...
Helen met with Carole in a cute little coffee shop they had discovered many years ago after Carole's husband had died. They had been coming here regularly ever since. Everyone at the place knew both of the women and treated them like royalty when they came in. Helen had helped the owner out when she was having trouble with her husband who was over possessive...
The harvest moon shines down on me as I duck through a hole in a fence that was once at least partially mine. I look around to make sure no one is out here to see me. Except for the occasional sounds of the farm animals and the insects, the night is silent so I move on. I cross into the cornfield and notice that the corn is already thick and very high. I try...
First, there was the woodland trail, and birds singing in every tree. Jillian felt the dirt of the path between her toes, and her father's hand was warm in her own, large and calloused; comfortably, protectively cradling her small fingers. 'Daddy, where is the witch's house? Can we see the gingerbread on it?' 'Honey-sweet, it's just a little ways further o...
Chapter 1 The battered white and dirty Mercedes coupe that would have prompted cardiac arrests if parked in the foyer of the car's-maker's Stuttgart HQ, entered the palm-lined entrance and through exotic gardens surrounding three sides of the international factory and administrative center of Chic Swimwear Inc. of California. Chic Madison grinned, thinking...
Trouble Maker Free the Dancing Llamas Chapter 12: Consequences ———— When I wake up, I'm sore but there's a distinct lack of anxiety in my body which is odd - most days I get up, it's with a pounding heart and nausea in my stomach, and a million and one anxious thoughts. But today? Today there is nothing but the feeling of contentment and satisfaction....
After yet another call from a middle manager who had no idea how remote area nursing even worked, I agreed that yes, my leave levels were far too high and begrudgingly agreed to take four months off over the big Wet. I lived and worked in a community in the middle (or thereabouts!) of Cape York, the tip of Australia. I was one of the longest serving nurses i...
[tags: breast feeding] Our connections with friends and family are what defines us. How we handle making or stopping them defines who we are. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 24 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = (M/Br)aking Connections Shelly sat in her room, alone, trying to sort out her feelings. She'd hardly said a wor...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...