Chapter 3 The Heroes Return This story is a work of fiction. All resemblance to people or places is purely coincidence. Thanks to DesertPirate for his assistance. As we sat around the fire, I watched Mellany, Eldranna, and Shardinelle hugging the girl. I hadn't wanted them with me, and I was still mad about the way they and their goddess had forced me...
When I think about that day I remember thunderstorms in the distance, and thinking it was very warm for December. Which, I suppose, it was – but New Orleans is New Orleans, and it is what it is: hot and humid most of the year, punctuated by a few months in winter when it gets sort of warm and humid. Christmas vacation had just started and my parents had flow...
Ch. 9 Kevin loved to take long showers. It was his way of relaxing and getting his mind off things. One particular afternoon he was in such a good mood, he sang happily in the shower, using the water-proof walkman he got for Christmas the year before. He was lathering himself up, having a good old time, then suddenly he saw the shower curtain woosh wide o...
Jill sat forlornly outside the modest two story farmhouse. She watched as the snow fell more rapidly. Her clear blue eyes followed a single flake on its random journey towards the ground. She felt like that snow flake. Her whole life had been at the mercy of life's random winds. She knew that she was totally pathetic. It had been almost three years since he...
Part 4 – The Weddings (chapter 1) A week before Helen's wedding her 'friend' from university Kathleen was getting married to Rupert. Nathan and Helen didn't really know Rupert as Kathleen had met him since she had left university and the couple had only known each other for months. Her family, the McKenzie's, was exceptionally wealthy and the wedding was a...
Kit scowled as she lectured me on the benefits of diet and exercise. "Dad, you need to do some kind of exercise. Have you thought about walking?" she asked seriously. "I walk." I answered. "Where?" She inquired. "From the bed to the bathroom and from the TV to the kitchen." I responded. Kit shook her head disgustedly and regarded me as though I was a...
Life was good; I had fun with my children, I was reasonably secure financially, enjoyed my job at the school, and I suddenly had a far more interesting relaxation technique to 'deal with stress'. I had a reasonable social life based around lots of friends, many of which I'd got custody of after the break up -- which again I think says as much about Parker a...
Authors note: Ever Since I was a young boy I have always loved gangster stories and movies and decided to write one here. This gangster story of mine is totally made up from my own huge imagination and is for entertainment purposes only. No harm or any offence was meant to any race, religion or creed doing this story. It is all in gangster fun story telling....
Please read the previous chapter before starting this one. This story follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a 'list of the characters' at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they 'fit' into the plot. Enjoy. The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of -- Chapter 4 Fran asked me to accompany her to...
"Hello Miss Nigeria," Stephen Marcel said, as he looked at the six-foot-tall, curvy young black woman who emerged from the elevator and stepped onto the Carleton University library fourth floor. Clad in a dark gray vest over a white blouse and dark gray Capri pants, she was quite stunning. With rapturous midnight skin, a voluptuous body and a thick Afro, Nan...