CHAPTER 1 Two hours before dawn, two hours after the cops had broken up the party, Renata Mead opened her eyes and blinked furiously, looking around trying to identify where she was. She eyed the stacks of winter wood and groaned, accepting she was in a garden woodshed. Somebody was sprawled over her. Dead or alive? Gingerly she reached down and was horr...
It was that lazy time of year where no matter how much one has slept, the haze of the early morning made everyone stifle a yawn and blink their eyes over and over again, struggling to stay open until the body stopped trying to make the mind rest. The sounds of the city just outside the window of the taxicab were muffled, the bumps in the streets the only...
This is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction; it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I've tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations. In my last summer of graduate schoo...
Chapter 17 - A letter from Nebraska Mike was happy to have Ruthie accompany him on the trip to Davenport, but as they neared the university, Ruthie's mood deteriorated. She had planned to study for several finals over Thanksgiving break, but she had neither the time nor the desire to concentrate on course material. She had been dragged to her mother's churc...
I heaved a deep sigh as I rounded the large blue spruce at the bottom of Dean Garlow's long gravel driveway. His annual Labor Day faculty party had become somewhat of a tradition over the years and I felt an obligation to attend, even though I'd be seeing more than enough of the party attendees as the academic year got into full swing. While I wasn't particu...
Holly: Arabian Nights ----- Ned was preparing interim reports on the TWA website. He took longer than usual, stopping occasionally to stare longingly at his travel mate in the corporate jet cabin. Holly was a tall platinum blonde, flexible and athletic. Ned was escorting her on a transfer to a Middle Eastern potentate. She had volunteered for a semester of...
This story is in two parts. Thanks very much, as always, to Techsan for his quick and accurate editing! And thanks to Lady Cibelle for her special assistance! Thanks for reading, please vote. SAD GOODBYES "Death, that dark spirit." Shakespeare Coriolanus II,I,166 The rain was misty; a cold dampness that seeped into the bones – a cold enervating of b...
© GratefulFred 2008. All characters are over the age of 18. The Case of the Missing Boyfriend Chapter 1 It was Valentines Day around ten thirty AM when Detective Carney stepped into his office. For some people it was a day off, but to a local detective, everyday was seemingly like a day off. Carney put down his three and one-quarter cup mug of coffee as...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
I would like thank Techsan for his troubles an patience, Blue88 for his permission and capecodmercury for his invitation. I read "Nighttime Confessions' by capecodmercury the day it was posted. As I read the last sentence I had an emotional response. Capecodmercury's statement "I want the reader to think about what they would do and how they would react." w...