Mary Alexandra Wanzack, called Zandra by everyone who knew her unless she was in trouble, arrived in Koenigsburg just before dawn. The sun was just a suggestion of something that might become light on the eastern horizon. It was cold enough so that her breath was visible in the air, but not enough for frost. She'd hitched a ride from the veterinary college...
by PostScriptor, copyright 2011, all rights reserved "Grandma," I heard my young granddaughter calling. "Yes, dear. I'm here in the family room," I replied. I heard the sound of feet rushing down the stairs and towards my temporary refuge from the hustle and bustle of life, followed by Sarah arriving breathlessly in the room, as only a 10-year-old can. A...
If you have read any of my other stories you know that they have no explicit sex scenes; this story is no exception. Constructive comments or critiques are solicited and welcome. If you like or even dislike the story please take the time to comment on it or send me an email. It would be nice if you could rate or vote on the story too. Your comments and rati...
CHAPTER 1 Summer was warming up when Mac (Malcolm) Harris arrived from Edinburgh via Boston to the pretty New England city for a 14-day vacation with his recently widowed Aunt Ada, a bookshop proprietor who was his mom's older sister. A medical technologist, Mac had been working long hours in the lab to complete a project and had been given three weeks off...
After our short sojourn into the country side, an overnight stay at a private onsen (hot bath spa), and the visit to the volcanic steam vents and mud bath, we had returned to our hotel in Tokyo where Niki and I enjoyed just being with each other, with no distractions. Our love making that night began almost desperately however transitioned into a slow and s...
This is a tale of some castaways. This is the real story, not the fake one you saw on television. Some of the cast look a bit different. Some look pretty much the same, at least at the start. I do not stick with the story and made up quite a bit. But it is still mostly our childhood castaways that are here for a long, long time. Eventually. This is a story...
Elaine turns to look at the two men across the street. I watch as she closes her eyes and sniffs. A strand of her red hair comes loose in the wind and flutters across her small, freckled nose. I watch her hair move and marvel at the way she looks. There's a complicated play of emotions running through my body while I watch. She's attractive to me - very much...
I am British. The spell-checker on this site keeps underlining all my U.K. variant spellings. I've spent far too long working on this story and it is still by no means perfect -- but it is time to set it free, slap it on the bum and push it out into the world. I do not have an editor, or even someone to just read over my stuff, so if there is anyone out t...
The previous night's snow storm had blown in and passed on through in only a few hours, but it left serious trouble behind. The roads were horrible, and the minute they were plowed they were covered again. The wind had picked up and the snow was drifting all over the place. For some reason, February was the worst month of the year for snow. Currently, Victo...
Chapter One: It was late fall when mother announced she was pregnant. For a long time I had wished for a brother or sister to share my childhood with and now it was finally going to happen. Dad and I were extremely happy and did all we could to make things easier for her. Time seemed to pass extraordinarily slowly for me. Dad and I did most of the housewor...