A Somewhat Less Than Divine Comedy Driftwood: A Prelude to the Evening 'Let me to take you down -- 'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields' Lennon/McCartney Rogues Bay, Tortola, BVI Today There were a few low clouds scudding over the far horizon, yet all-in-all the day's weather was looking good -- better than good, really, especially for the time of...
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SIW : Adam O'Neill Here we are with the next part of the SIW Chronicles. I'm giving a bit of warning, part of this will be hard to read. It involves a kidnapping, drugging, abuse and rape of a person. It part of Bronwille's past and thus included in the story, if you don't want to read this, that is perfectly understandable. In this case just skip the story...
Isabella woke up the next morning and slipped into the robe that she had used for the ceremony yesterday. She put a pot of oat meal over the fire to cook. As she straightened up Rafa wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck, "Do you want to open some presents?" "We have presents to open?" "Yeah, they are over in the comer." They went over and start...
I had fucked Amy. She had fucked me. In a moment of sadness for me, she made it all go away with one simple act. I didn't care about Becky anymore, realizing she had made her decision about us. The day after, things were w bit awkward between us. At least, they were for me. "About last night," I said to Amy when I saw her during lunch. "What about it?" sh...
"Wake up, Rachel, arrete de dormir, c'est le matin," came Aunt Gladys grating voice, and Rachel Etienne groaned and slapped her hand against her pillow, wishing the old Haitian woman would go away. Grunting something unintelligible, the young woman rose to her feet, and shook her head, then stretched. Outside, the sun was high in the sky and a suffocating he...
Love and trust, two things I thought for the longest time I'd never achieve in my lifetime. I was an innocent boy, untouched by the ugliness that life sometimes throws at you when the incident happened that set everything into play. There is a line from a Charles Dickens classic that best describes my childhood, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst...
Well hey there, ya'll. My name's Trixie-Lynn Amber, eighteen years old, soon to be called 'the prettiest girl in the trailer park.' Now ya'll might be wondering why I'm speaking to ya'll in sucha direct manner, seeing is how this is, uh, um, it's, ah, hold on...just saw it round here...ahem, a 'third person omni...omni...omnishuhh...' The hell's that? Well,...
Foreword: This tale is set at what should have been the End of Days, or Armageddon. Some even call it The Apocalypse. It is a tale of betrayal, love, and salvation... I give full credit for inspiration for this tale to Jon Shaffer and Iced Earth from the following albums: 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' 'Framing Armageddon' 'The Crucible of Man' \m/...
*Author's Note: After what has been one of the worst years of my life, I have picked up and started again. We have moved more than once, started again from scratch, and are slowly getting back on our feet. Sadly, I was unable to focus on my writing during this time, and I missed it greatly. Once I was able to devote time to my creative endeavors, then came i...