I highly recommend reading chapters 1-12 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. Your votes are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy my scrib...
"Are you sure I can't tempt you with a glass of tea, Tom?" Ms. Winters smiled a special kind of smile Velvet had grown quite fond of; coy and inviting, with just the slightest hint of menace that no one but her seemed aware of. She felt an ounce of jealousy, knowing that her owner would try to bed the man, but only an ounce. Ms. Winters enjoyed sex more than...
"Jimmy, what are you doing this Summer?" "Plenty." "No, come on! Tell us! Are you going on holiday with your girlfriend?" 'Perhaps if I had one,' I thought. "Why, are you hoping to be on my To Do list Sasha?" "Only if you're free..." Sasha fluttered her eyes at me and I gave her the obligatory 'I'll think it over' look. These girls were always doing th...
Jack sipped his beer in the crowded apartment and felt the party swarm around him. Ordinarily he would have joined in with the drunken revelers – partying and screaming until he was exhausted. But he wasn't even noticing them. He didn't know even have a guess as to how many of them there were. His eyes, his stare, was focused entirely on the hostess. Tracy...
This is the Part 2 to the story 'Party Swap' that should be read before this one. It won't really make sense otherwise. Thank you to all the readers that pointed out this this second part is sorely needed. ** The drunken cobwebs in my head had mostly cleared up, and I was once again starting to feel like my old self. Well, except for that little part abou...
Once upon a time there lived in a certain small town a sweet girl of eighteen. She was well liked in the community, and because of her shoulder-length red hair everyone called her 'Red.' This girl had an affliction of an unfortunate sort, for Red was deeply sheltered. Her single mother was quite theologically ingrained, and monitored Red the entirety of her...
Chapter 1—Death's Call March 7, 1819 Yet died he by a stranger's hand,And stranger in his native land;"The Giaour" by Lord Byron His skin was almost as pale as mine, except he had blue veins running full of blood beneath his flesh. I could not have known if he actually thought of me as corporeal or as a malady of his senses. Regardless, we had spoken at l...
It was funny, Ethan thought, how even a little time can change so much. It had only been around a month since he had been sat right here, his mind wandering from the subject at hand, whatever that had been, calculus maybe, to stare out of the window and watch the rain. As it happened, it was raining again now and his teacher, a certain Sister Katherine, wa...
Unusually for me this is a one-off. I found it, three-quarters finished, in an old file while I was cleaning up my computer. It's about five years since I last looked at it. I hope you like it. Comments and support welcome as usual. ***** It was raining when I left the municipal building. The grey of the sky matched the concrete façade of the building; bot...
What grim motive was behind the terroristic frightening of those beautiful New York models, and behind the murder that accompanied it? I, Austin Green, had two dangerous reasons for wanting to find out . . . . ***** September, 1945... ONE: Models Johnny Walnut said; "I'm telling you, Austin, this doll is something. You can take your million-dollar models...