There is a misunderstanding in the world. For some reason, love has gotten a weird reputation. It's believed to be easy, to be beautiful, to be without hardship. Perhaps we can blame TV, with its trivialization of the human condition or perhaps humanity itself for falling for such a fallacy. Love is not easy. It's not always pretty either. This is a story ab...
CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Simply_Cyn and Miriam Belle EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -"This is not a sequel... What you're about to read is the final version of a previous story entitled 'Beyond Nocturne.' For those of you that have read the original version, or the first draft as I like to refer to it, you'll notice some massive changes in the chara...
part 6: Reunity Hello. My name is Jessica Hunt. I was born on the planet Earth in the year 1976. This message is for Marla Dennis, or any one else who may have replaced her after we cut communications. Marla, I've been living in Lemuria for the past century. As you might guess not much has changed here since our nations cut ties; at least not until recent...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hi guys, that took a long time, huh? It won't in future, so check back... oh, sometime next week, I guess? You'll like what you see, I promise. In the meantime, please enjoy the new chapter, and do let me know what you think. Please vote...
PREFACE Please note: There will be no voting—this is for information only. However comments are welcome, as are PMs and email with any questions about this essay, but any comment which is simply "testimony" otherwise known as witnessing. by churchy people, argumentative, or preachy, will be deleted immediately. This is not a forum for debating—most of the f...
Eliza marvelled at the old stately Manor as her taxi made the transition from barely paved road to gravel pathway. Sure the Pennington estate was long derelict and working for the National Trust seemed a bit menial for a Cambridge graduate, but without anyone who wanted to vouch for her, curator of an obscure part of history was better than the myriad of job...
Thanks to all of you for returning! This chapter is all plot - fair warning. Steve150177 has continued to be unfailingly dedicated to giving you all the story in my head and I appreciate it. I will concede this bit of consolation to those who fear Ciara's new path away from her hunky, although often misguided, men. I like Damien and his Brothers. I've trie...
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It was Saturday, June 4. The temp was already well over eighty degrees and it was not yet 8:00 A.M. Being unseasonably warm, it was just another typical spring day in Illinois. Or maybe it wasn't so typical. After all, it was the year of the Magicicada. The thirteen-year brood had made it's appearance right on schedule, filling the woodlands with an eerie...
Last night while we were having a drink with Grindle, we talked about our trip. Jaxson explained that his friend, Jeff, was going to set up camp for us on the far side of the Everglades because it attracted fewer visitors and our camp would be accessible by motorcycle but not by car because there was just a pathway through the woods to the site. He had given...