This is a chapter in a fifteen-chapter novella, and each chapter is dependent on the one that precedes it. It is best to read them in order. In any event, the story involves college housemates and is set in the summer of 1979. ***** I woke up earlier than usual on Thursday. My eyes were puffy from crying myself to sleep. I renewed my vow: when I left for g...
Reader be warned – I’ve got a little creative with my grammar and formatting in this particular story (much more than usual for me!). Sorry if bugs you. Charlie thundered down the stairs and headed straight for the kitchen. A chorus of "hi Charlie's'" was quickly acknowledged. "Anyone seen Mike?" "No, I haven't seen him. Why don't you join us, c'mon, sit...
The life of a fallen angel isn't easy, folks. If someone told you that, then someone lied. However, there are some perks. My name is Falafel. Don't laugh. It ain't funny. And yes, it's my real name. I used to be an angel, until I decided to make my own way into the world. I didn't leave Heaven to follow Lucifer Morningstar and his parade of sycophants. I lef...
Verchiel stood atop the mountain, gazing down at the mortal world below. Anyone looking at her would have seen a tall, beautiful woman with long black hair, bronze skin and sparkling golden brown eyes. She wore a white suit and cape. Of course, they would have been wrong. Verchiel was no mere mortal woman. She was the leader of the Powers, a Host of Angels...
Part 1 Terry, Marry and my self had left late on a Friday night to go out to a lake in Marino Valley California. Lake Paris was a two hour drive from our home and both girls had slipped back going to bed in the motor home as I drove us out there. I pulled into our camping spot and stepped out side to catch some fresh air and a beer to relax before bed. I sa...
PART ONE - NEW YORK CITY I wake before dawn, alone in my bed. I reach over, old habits die hard, but there is no tousled head on the pillow beside me. Not even a slight indentation in the useless fucking thing. I get out of bed and the memories wash over me. We’d made love, then fought. She’d packed her bag and left. Now the loft seems much bigger than...
No one under eighteen, this is pure fiction, try not to confuse it with reality. Just a quick read. This could fit in several different categories. I hate categories, but I was forced to pick one, so I picked loving wives for the vitriol of it’s readers. It’s fun to piss people off once in a while. I wanted to do a BTB and a RAAC at the same time. I probably...
Until the day I die, I will fight you bozos. Seriously. My name is Eric Wahid, and I'm a guy with problems. I was born in the City of Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, in early February 1987. My father Joseph Wahid is Ethiopian and my mother Catherine Al-Mansur is Lebanese, of Maronite Christian extraction. I lived an ordinary life in the City of Beirut with my...
There are so many strange things that walk the world of man by day and most of them are much worse than us creatures of the night. Sometimes, I don't know why humans make such a big deal out of the darkness. They're afraid of the dark and what it brings. The truth is that they should be afraid of the light. True Evil prefers to move about in the daylight hou...
The time is 2009. The place is the city of Boston, Massachusetts. The protagonist is none other than yours truly, of course. My name is Hazel. I'm a fallen Archangel and one of the most powerful ones out there. Like all of my fallen brethren, I have had to adapt to life on the planet Earth. Angels fall from Grace for different reasons. The First Wave of the...