Hi folks. I know some of you hate Halloween stories. Those people should probably pass on this one. Some of you hate longer stories. Those people should pass on this one too. And finally some of you hate stories with more than one part. Sorry but this one was too long to try to give you all at once. So those people can wait until the last part comes out to c...
CHAPTER 1 - THE CHAMPION Jenny was a cute young woman from the small village of Ingnam. Grown up as the child of a blacksmith, she was skilled with a number of weapons and was quite strong. Both her body and her face were quite plain, with black hair cut short about her head. She had a strong body and sharp eyes for smithing. Her mother died in childbirth...
All right, all you lawyers, students of the law, or just plain nitpickers, listen up. I don't know shit about law, I drive a forklift for a living. The part of writing fiction I love is just that, it's fiction. I don't know if Alabama even has a three strike law, but for the sake of this story it does. Read it as what it is, escapism. .......................
Chapter 01 A Persian Woman Unveils a Hidden Passion after a Chance Encounter ----------- Orkideh ------------ "Fucking hell!" I exclaimed as I slapped at my I-phone with dread. Four a.m. was just a cruel and inhuman time to have to wake up. I was tired and also frustrated wondering why all the good dreams always seem to wait until the last few minutes of...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Pt. 17 The Secret Desires of Schoolgirls I was woken by the telephone ringing at eight o'clock on Sunday morning. It was Maggie calling to say that she was already at Calais and waiting to board the morning fe...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now 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...
OK, this is, for me, a departure. It's intended as an out and out love story, with the usual intrigue and action bits mixed in. I just did it to see if I could do it, really. It's a lot slower in the middle than the other Ingrams stuff, so be warned. It was supposed to be 10k words, but, as usual, it all started to get away from me and I thought it needed...
Waking up to a typical Midwestern mid-summer day. It was one of those oppressive hot and humid days. The kind of day where they say if you go out to a corn field you can hear it grow. Answering the phone, "Hello". "Hey there." "Hey Rita." "Got anything planned for this afternoon?" "Nope. Too damn hot. Was going to stay inside. Maybe watch a ball game."...
Another story with not much sex. One ex-wife and two ex-friends --- they can all kiss my ass I was on that street for the first time in over two years. My old street. I lived on it for two years with my wife, Crystal. I'm Jacob ... Jake ... Madison. I parked a couple of houses down from the house I had shared with Crystal. The garage door was open and Cry...