1. Janna. The time display on Janna's computer screen hit 10:30 a.m. Janna finished scanning the paper file in front of her and lay it down. It was time for a break. She pushed away from her cubicle desk, and swung the chair around to rise. As she did so she realized, too late, that she should have stood up before turning around. Dale, in the cubicle acros...
This story is my first "historical fiction" submission. It's set in both Virginia and West Virginia just after the Civil War, which explains Silas and Franny's rough Southern accents. It's explicit, but it's also sweet, and that's what made me decide to submit it under "Romance." I hope you all enjoy it! ***** Culpeper, Virginia. August, 1868. Late aftern...
If thus thou speakest, thou wilt have hatred from me, and will justly be subject to the lasting hatred of the dead. But leave me, and the folly that is mine alone, to suffer this dread thing; for I shall not suffer aught so dreadful as an ignoble death. Sophocles | Antigone +++++ October He was tired. He had been all week, but there was nothing new about...
Although this story can be read on its own, I suggest you first read Justice Ch. 01 and Justice Ch. 02 to get the full context of what is happening here. Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly a...
Part Thirty Four white crosses on the embankment of a ditch. Four members of a family, hand picked for a purpose. As I had been? Picked for the Hellrider’s service, and for his ultimate downfall? Everyone but Deadman looked at me as I wept, wailing in an agony of regret; Stephanie stopped her ears and a couple of the dog-demons set up a consonant howling...
NOTE: To understand the dynamic and the story here, I strongly recommend starting with Chapters 1 & 2. Beyond that, I'll only say that, as someone with admitted addictions to both Supernatural and writing in general, I suppose I should have expected them to collide at some point, though I haven't written fanfiction in years. It was this idea that finally...
BECOMING PEOPLE November 22nd, 2057 twenty years ago The heavy ceramic vase slammed with shattering force into her forehead, propelled by a rage she was only privy to second-hand. Damage-control alarms klaxoned within the White-haired Doll's Kernel, where her every application and algorithm was scheduled for execution. There had been more leading up to t...
Kim told him she was sorting out precautions, but unless they wanted to make a baby they had to abstain for the middle week of her first cycle. He didn't think she really wanted to make a baby. She also said she was going to wear her denim shorts with three buttons at the waist to bed for the whole week to stop getting 'sleepy raped', and they weren't allowe...
Janice -a Woman after Midnight I was late getting to Deborah's. I'd been away for three months reporting the mess we are making in the Middle East. I am Peter Fuller. That's what I do, I am a journalist/reporter but the job wrecks one's social life. I have already gone through two broken relationships, being away for so long. Although Debs and I have be...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Los Angeles, California The work day went by through the blazing heat on the west coast of a typical Monday. A little bit of rain felt like a blessing, but there was sense in asking for a true cold front to blow...