My sister, Lisa, was abducted from our home and taken to a small island off the coast several years ago. A cult group called the Ministry held her in their camp, along with others. Me and my mother (Ashley) had uncovered this information from an unknown source after all these years of running around in circles and decided to follow up on it. Once we arrived...
Couple of things to note with this entry: Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the last chapter not quite being the quality I desired it to be and also for confusing the names of the main characters. I did this because I pulled these stories out from something I had written quite a while ago and then merged them. I'll just clarify that the main character i.e....
The content of the message: call me. There was Cy on the other end of the Skype line. Her hair was in even more disarray than last time, and a towel was hanging around her neck. "You're lucky I picked up," she said. "I've just been at the beach." "Of course. What else is an Australian to do?" "Dan-o," she said, "you owe me big time, and I don't mean...
All characters 18 or over ***** For some time Mike just sat there, trapped between the four walls that encircled him. He was the only one there, in the after-school detention class that had made him prisoner for the past 2 hours. Prisoner fortunately to Miss Bowen- who, to Mike, was worth being in the detention just to see. He gazed upon her, sitting at...
Zanarkand Marina Jecht's houseboat was the least maintained of all the vessels in the Zanarkand Marina. It was overdue for a reseal, the underside crusted in Sinscale spines, the sails were ripped, the lines frayed and all of the internal machina was rusty. The inside fared no better. The tidal wave from the Sin attack 3 years ago and a malfunctioning pu...
Chapter 3—Laileet My work ebbed and flowed over the next three visits. On one trip I saw three women, one of whom was undergoing her third betrothal. While not all women employed Florists for each successive betrothal a few did, especially if they wanted to perfect new techniques. On this particular trip to Tsibili, however, I was expecting to see only o...
We had been in the night club a while before I noticed that Brenda had gone missing. I had been quite happy enjoying a dance or two and chatting away to two younger men, who bought me drinks and who shocked me a little by the way they behaved, not rowdily but presuming it okay to run their hands over my body and sneak the odd grope or kiss. I told myself tha...
This story is an idealized work of fiction. The setting, even though inspired by history, is by no means reflecting events of the past with historical accuracy. Essentially it is a love story that has been close to my heart for a long time now. Feedback is welcome. :o) *** Chapter 1 - Shattered Dreams "Through a millennium we have prevailed upon this land...
I looked across my desk at Katie. She looked tired and a little warm. We'd been in the office for almost fourteen hours straight and the air conditioning had stopped working about six hours ago. Our company was moving to new offices over the weekend, and while Katie and I both should have been at our respective homes enjoying the start of the weekend, we'd i...
Once again, you are the best Mariewriter, thank you for all your help. I'm learning to be a better writer with all your help and suggestions, I certainly appreciate all that you do! Thank you readers for reading my work, it was a fun adventure. I hope you enjoyed this wife watching event. This is the last part of this series, well maybe... we'll see. *...