Waya Collins. The weather was definitely warmer. Inola and I lay in bed, next to the roaring fire, reading. We'd pushed off most of the pile of quilts and blankets we usually slept under. I set down my novel and gazed at Inola's smooth skinned back and the upper curve of her hips. I slipped the blanket down, revealing her perfect rump. I traced my finger...
Inola Collins. I opened my eyes in the grey dawn light and looked across at the body of my brother, Waya, sprawled across three-quarters of the bed. I climbed out of our warm haven and stirred the ashes in the big fireplace of the main room of the cabin. I fed little pieces of wood to the glowing embers and soon had a small blaze going. I fed in larger log...
Chapter One - What Really Happened to Jeremy at Home Jeremy woke with a start. Looking about, his eyes focused on at the gently moving, heavy curtains. A steady breeze, invited by the open screened windows, carried the crisp autumn cool into his room. Thud. Jeremy tossed off the covers and, like a child, raced to look out each window for the origin of the s...
CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Simply_Cyn and Miriam Belle EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -"This is not a sequel... What you're about to read is the final version of a previous story entitled 'Beyond Nocturne.' For those of you that have read the original version, or the first draft as I like to refer to it, you'll notice some massive changes in the chara...
I never would have suspected anything if it wasn't for all the jail time I had to do. "You're in for it now, you thieving polecat," the nine year old in Western duds told me as he slammed the makeshift gate of the "jail" closed. He turned around to give a man, probably his father, a high five. I looked around the pokey. There were three dads there, all bu...
Looking at the mother of my children I felt a sense of warmth and contentment, even even as I wanted to curl up and die from sadness and loss. It hadn't always been easy and there had been sorrow and heartache but there had been way more good times than bad. As I watched the casket being lowered down I thought about all the things that had brought us here. I...
I need to thank my team. My beta readers are SBrooks103x and my mentor, Harddaysknight. Thank you, gentlemen, you are the best. My editors are PapaKilo14, Hal, Pixel the Cat and GeorgeAnderson. They make sure I don't appear to be any more of a fool than necessary. Love you guys. ***** I've never really cared much about what society says is legal. If it's p...
To celebrate my birthday, Cathy and Mike has decided to take a couple of the family out to dinner with us. Kaja had moved to Florida several months ago, and things just had not been the same. My life has been less exciting, and less full. Things have not been bad, but just not great. We were at a restaurant on Milwaukee Avenue an early Saturday afternoon for...
This is a story for Halloween and an entry for the 2018 competition. Feel free to comment and vote. There are dark themes, although there are no ghosts, ghouls or Winged Horsemen of the Apocalypse here. It is a disturbing account of human behaviour under pressure - how does a person react under stress? Would you pick a fight or take flight? Without time to...
I suppose I should have been glad that I hadn't fallen into the desperate ocean of destructiveness the night before, but I felt anything but happy. Actually, it seemed I wasn't feeling much of anything at all, and that wasn't really a good sign. It was as if I was dryly watching myself from afar; I could see what I was doing, I just couldn't feel it. I sat...