Yes I know, short chapters take me forever to write and this long one took me less than a month. Well, I've also had most of this chapter planned in my head for the past year so writing it was somewhat easy. Oh the joys of being autistic and having the time during my job just tweek the little details in my head for many, many months. Anyway, welcome to the t...
Please read "Vetting A Marriage, ch. 1" before reading chapter 2. And remember, if you are using the "Loving Wives" stories to deal with your own anger at your situation, please seek medical, psychological and/or spiritual help. This is all just for fun. -------------------------------------------- Emily's Narrative My name is Emily Erinson, and this is...
You were sitting around the fire a little bored. You came home to visit your grandma. In order to get an early start you came home a day early. Your parents decided it would be fun to go to their friends or a fire and some food and you reluctantly went along. You really wanted to just at their place and watch TV, catch up on some sleep and don't do much at a...
This is a true story about me witnessing my mum in a catfight, although, to call it a catfight is not entirely true; more like a slaughter! It happened two years ago when I first enrolled at a college in Liverpool, England to study Art and Design. I was 18 at the time. Because I have High-Functioning Autism I have always been quite introverted, quiet and no...
As she slid out of the shower, a bare five minutes of water, but still heaven to her aching, stressed body and mind, Angela sighed in relief. It was a respite from the madness of her new nightmare realm, a moment of normalcy under which she could forget the horrible tales of the crypt below, and the macabre art supposedly practiced there, as well as the frig...
Lights…Camera…Action… Angela opened her eyes, and realized that there was little of any of these. Flickering lights, blinking all around her still. But the room was still dark except for the soft glow from the various tiny lights. Where were the lights? Where were the doctors? She blinked, and sat up, glancing around, seeing other opened coffins nearby. She...
Heather could not take her eyes off him as he walked across the room, stopping at a couple of tables to chat briefly. Making it ever closer to the chair right next to her. What then? She should run. Excuse herself, and just leave. Go back to her cabin and stay there until they docked in Bergen, then take a straight flight home. Home? Was it any more? Witho...
It had been a long day, and I was ready to see my boyfriend. It was around 6:00 PM when I got to his house. I parked my car by the sidewalk and made my way up to his front door, my purse slung around my shoulder. Before stepping inside, I made sure my long, brown ombre hair was still nice and bouncy and the coat of lip gloss I had put on was still pretty. It...
Chapter 2: A NIKO way? Now I think it's time to explain this bizarre sidestory about NIKO, the Generalized Militia Campaign, and how my cousin Jin-ka figures into all this. NIKO is a massive organization that sprung up a few years ago. You wouldn't have heard of them, the U. S. government has managed to keep their war with them a secret. A man named Art M...
By the time that I had gotten my over excited little princess to bed that night, I was exhausted. Despite the orange juice that Marco had given me, several pain pills and a full dinner, my head was pounding like a mariachi band. Old, hung-over and horny. What a combination? What a shitty way to end my forty-ninth birthday! I had just managed to slip into be...