Chapter Four: Training begins The elevator ride was only five stories up, much shorter than the last one. As the doors open Shea expected to see another office type setting where they would be poked and prodded again but much to her delight the atmosphere was more warm and welcoming. The walls were wood paneled and there was a nice runner on the floor inste...
Normally, I don't like 'dump and switch' stories. All too often, they seem like two independent stories latched together with little ties between them. However, this one evolved in that direction, so I tried to keep the connections. Pure fiction, it's story of a wife turned whore and the adoring husband who unconditionally loved her - a happy ending for one...
Author's Note: This story contains elements that may be disturbing to some readers. If you would prefer not to read these elements, I've put a trigger warning (line of +++++) before and after each of those scenes so you can skip if you wish. The scenes are included only to provide background and motivation of the characters involved. The story takes place b...
******************** "You think he's who?" Charley Samuels asked. He'd heard what William had told him but he couldn't believe it. It was early morning and William had just told him what he thought about the man sleeping inside. "I know it sounds crazy, like some kind of science fiction story, but Lewis and I believe that Jim is my grandfather and Lewis'...
Edited by Todger ***** How fucking unlucky could I be... On the first vacation I allow myself in five years, I get in a very bad car crash that nearly kills me. I wasn't even going that fast in my 1970 Dodge Challenger. It took about a week after the crash, the nurses tell me, before I truly woke up from a haze of painkillers and sleeping pills. I was on m...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
This is a continuation of an earlier story. I completed this chapter several weeks after the first and neglected to post it. I have another chapter that needs editing. I will try and post it soon. You may want to read the first chapter of the story before reading this effort. I sat at my desk and watched my wife work in her office. There was an open space b...
She couldn't sleep. Abigail tossed and turned, every once in a while she'd glare at the phone Gabriel had given her accusingly. After closing the photo gallery earlier, she'd set it on her nightstand. She hadn't expected him to call her soon, but it was already past midnight. How far away did he live anyway? Can I call you tonight? His deep gravelly voice...
As a result of Mildred's excessive exuberance Sorrel had been transported to Hadamar; a maximum security institution for the criminally insane; an institution, from its inception, known as the worst possible place any patient might ever be drawn into or in Sorrel's case, compelled to enter. Even the name, taken from a Nazi place of horror, conjured the most...
Chapter 11 The New Order It felt quite strange walking into the office on Monday morning. I was expected to inhabit the corner office, the same office John Flannery had occupied. It was a given that John would not be returning from his leave. As usual, I was the first to arrive and that gave me an opportunity to scout his office more thoroughly. I had assum...