Mycah's family had never washed anything and that was obvious. The point was not that they did every piece of their clothing, just that they started to learn. Free men knew how to care for themselves and did so independently. This was just one of many things we had to teach them. Rose's instruction on the use of the camp's washboards were still fresh in my...
This story has already been posted elsewhere with the pen-name texrep. Kezza67 and texrep are the pen-names I use for my stories. This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to people alive or dead, or institutions are coincidental. Please be aware that the ending is somewhat poignant. Life isn't always fair and happy. * CHAPTER ONE How do we define life...
Title - His Guiding Light Could the light lead him to love? ************** Author's note -- I'd like to thank my editor, who always makes the story better. The prereaders and editors that help with our stories deserve all the praise they get and more. Thank you. All mistakes are my own. The next paragraphs give some small insights into the story, so you...
My parents are strict church-goers, and they named me Agnes, after one of the virginal saints. To say that I was given a severe sense of chastity would almost be an understatement. My clothes have always been conservative, and my attitudes have always been prudish. Even so, I have to admit that I once looked up the story of Saint Agnes and found its more lur...
Thank you to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. DG Hear * I heard that to get people interested in your story you have to do it in the first paragraph. I don't know much about writing so I guess I should do it. So, I will start out by saying I had sex with my brother's fiancée. More on this later. My name is Dan Welling. I'...
Hermes sped through Gateway City faster than an eye could follow, zipping between buildings and cars with a dexterity that defied physics. If any pedestrians noticed Hermes passing it was only a small breeze they detected as he ran by. Reaching the Keppler Building didn't slow the messenger god; he simply hopped up and shifted his footing to run straight up...
Chapter Four Dawn came early to the ranch house. Chrissy hadn't managed to get more than a few minutes sleep all night, but Mike was rested and refreshed. When they met down in the kitchen for coffee, it was all Chrissy could do to not be snippy with Mike. Fortunately, Tracy and Mark weren't up yet, so she didn't have to put on a show for their benefit. Wh...
I want to thank BlackrandI for inviting me to participate in western day. I'm kind of an old west history buff so this was fun. Before anyone calls me on it—yes, I did take a couple liberties with certain parts of the time-line. Also, before the grammar Nazis crucify me for not knowing the difference between "I" and "Me," and a few other things...it was inte...
Breakfast was almost over by the time, they managed to make it downstairs. She smiled at Mikael, who was trying valiantly to feed Monika as she brushed her dolls hair and then lined them up perfectly next to the wall. Petrine looked up and smiled at her as she took a plate off the table, "God morgon, good morning." Kirsty blushed as she tried to come up wit...
All intimate relations are 18+. Enjoy. ***** It had been close to two weeks since Billy had been shot. Marcella really wanted off the ship before the interrogations were done. There was a very high possibility that she would be exposed as an inside agent and that would be bad for her. It had taken some time but she had finally managed to get a call made....