The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 04: The Further Adventures of Paul & Jenny Chapter 1 I awoke. I slowly look around. Everything was very bright. I was hungry. Then slowly I realised I was in pain. A dull throbbing from my left leg a sharper, more defined pain from my left wrist, my right shoulder ached. I couldn't see out of my left eye. I panicked, then real...
Author's note: Thanks to techsan for his "as good as it gets" editing. As for DG Hear … hey, thanks for making me feel like I'm a better writer than I am. A reminder that the author previously known as Dynamite Jack is now Jake Rivers. NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD I sat on the floor staring at the dying embers. The coals from the large fire I'd built...
"Are you sure you don't want me to take you to a hospital or somethin'?" the taxi driver asked. "No. I'll let you know when to stop." Lindie replied. The cab driver looked at her in the rearview mirror. "Are you sure?" the taxi driver started. "It's not my blood!" Lindie said sternly. The taxi driver remained quiet for the next hour, trying his best not...
Down and Out Good lord, of course I want to get out of bed. This is going on two weeks and shows no sign of letting up. Sean's been bringing food, water, hell, he'd bring wine and cheese if I asked. He thinks I might be sick, doesn't understand that I wish I were sick—I'd be so, so good at sick. I wish there were something I could point to and say that! Tha...
A special thanks to Linda2953 for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 I never knew what a rally girl was until I watched a TV program called 'Friday Night Lights'. The rally girls are followers of the football team. They help the starting lineup with anything they want or need. They are some of the prettiest gals in the school an...
My dad, he's a long-haul truck driver. Why? Well, because his dad was one. And grandpa was one because...well...his dad, my great-grandfather was one. Ah hell, I bet if you were to go back another generation you would find one of us hauling freight with a wagon and horses. Want to hazard a guess what I've spent the last few months in training for? Oh my n...
To the Reader: This is a love story with sex in it. If your intent is to get your rock off or tantalize your libido, then go read something else. This is a well written story, it reads easy, and the action moves right along. What is in this story? Hatred, mayhem and murder, sex with different partners, and a romance. If that tickles your fancy, then please...
Henri and the two witches arrived at his capital city days later. He was recovering from his head injury most of the journey and during the nights was too weary for pleasure with them. He was feeling much better when he first saw his capital in the distance and began formulating a plan upon his arrival. As they neared the gates, he left the main road, needin...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor The expression "Hobson's Choice" is named after the keeper of a livery stable in seventeenth century England who required customers to accept the next horse available. Hence "Hobson's choice" means no choice at all. * * * "Young man, do you have anything to say for yourself before the Court pronounces your sentence?" The judge, a...
Chapter 1 My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,000.00 and an eighteen percent interest in an insurance company...