Chapter 8 Evening has fallen and in a small clearing a small fire burned under a small kettle of what smelled of slightly moldy oats and dried meat. Three hairy men, one of them with a badly bloodied arm, sat around the kettle with spoons, making disgusting noises as they ate. They spoke coarsely in a guttural dialect of a barbarian tongue that neither the...
Tuesday. Noon crept around stealthily. That, or certain tenants of the Brownstone, affectionately called Angelica House, without a sign saying so, were just really wiped out tired. Angelica having been the name of Naomi Carpenter's late great Grandmother, last name Bishop. A very biblical name without a religious influence. Still, a very good woman in her d...
WEEK FIVE – TAKING RISKS I wish that I could say that my erotic experience with Mr. C had changed me into a new woman. I would have loved to wake up on Monday morning and see the reflection of a sensual femme fatale peering back at me. Then I would happily prance off to my temp job at the latest corporate prison, prepared to give sassy attitude to all of th...
It took about a good three months of solid planning for the Jerk-a-Thon to finally come to fruition. The delays in staging the event were caused mainly by conflicts resulting from the various female celebrities who had to rearrange their ever-demanding schedules. The male performers themselves presented no such problem; all who had accepted the Olsen sister'...
Author's Note. I first published this about a year ago under a different title but I wasn't happy with it so pulled it for a rewrite. The storyline is much the same but the ending significantly different. If you are after a quick stroke story this is not it: rather, it's a tale for those who like a bit of a build up and some romance, and – dare I say it...
Anduin led a small party up the winding paths of the island. The lush scenery was still scarred by the remains of demonic scenery at some parts and the Death Scar, the path that Arthas Menethil had once left on his path to the Sunwell, was as hideous on the land as ever. It was only him, Liadrin, Vereesa, two of his bodyguards, the four of her knights that h...
Hello my name is Charlize Waters. Everyone calls me Charlie. I'm quickly approaching 30 years of age and dreading it. The big 3 0. I've been pulling gray hairs out of my hair brush for the last year. I'm also noticing lines on my forehead whenever I look in the mirror. Some might say that 30 isn't old at all, but you have a tendency to feel old when the majo...
Chapter 12 At midday, the caravan arrived at the court of King Dietrich. With their arrival, so did the stories of the treacherous journey that had been the lady Isana's lot and how the knight Aldwyn had been the hero and had single-handedly slain the barbarian kidnappers and rescued the lady; Most of these, gross elaborations and exaggerations of the truth...
Author's notes: If you are familiar with the song Ruby, by Kenny Rodgers, you know that this story can't have a happy ending. However, I have been asked by several readers to do this story so I bow to their desires. Abbreviations: NVA – the regular North Vietnamese Army VC – the irregular Viet Cong army in South Viet Nam. S2 – Intellig...
I was on the water's edge. It went for miles in either direction. The blue was so deep that it was nearly unnatural. It seemed cold, uninviting, It filled my entire being with dread, fear and an emotion I couldn't recognize. I couldn't pull my eyes from it. Was I looking for something? Was I running from something? How did I even get here? I saw movement co...