Sometimes, life gets in the way of life. You get so busy that you exist instead of living. You take a deep breath, go on with what you're doing and realize and hour or so later you'd forgotten to take that next breath. Most say that's just the way life is now a days but if that's true, is it really worth it? I mean having things is great but is it worth givi...
I appreciate the comments about the previous stories (Target and Rippling Water). I hope this new addition will satisfy some of your wants and needs. ******************************** The two-week wait would be over tomorrow. Bill was to meet with Harry and Andy at the new home of Teri. The results of Harry and Andy's investigation into his past would be p...
Christmastime was always busy for Rebecca St. James, with all the family parties, shopping, and other things. And with a few siblings to buy for, it was always that much more complicated. Rebecca looked forward to a relaxing time. There was a family party scheduled this evening, but Rebecca begged off, saying she didn't feel well. Actually, she had her own...
My first visit to Maison Pines, Mason Blanche's magnificent estate, was for his twentieth annual Christmas party, in 1995. In the years since, as I've attended, I've learned how well known the party is. Many consider it the biggest and best in The South. The wealthiest, most aristocratic and attractive people in Mississippi, as well as from Alabama, Arkansas...
It's one of the great clichés, isn't it: you go to the office Christmas party and, all of a sudden, you get off with that bird you've lusted after for six months without ever actually having spoken to her before. If it's such a great cliché, why had it never happened to me in ten years of office parties? Last year, for the first time, I did have a woman flir...
Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. F...
Orange moon above the hills behind the town, icicles decorating every tree and garden lattice, miniature snowdrifts in the ornate pathway down the hill from the Morrisons' house to the guest cottage where Maura had lately been banished, a dazzling cold white afterglow on every surface in the December night, the stray snowflakes dotting her coat and her hair,...
A fictional story about fictional characters. This is another interpretation of Season 1-Episode 12 "The Best Christmas Ever". ***** "So what are you doing on Christmas Eve," Michael Kelso wanted to know. "Oh, you know," Eric Foreman answered, "my parents are having the same old boring party they do every year and I'll be stuck singing The Little Drummer...
Hello! So this is a second story (or collection of) that I am planning on writing. Most of my stories that i write i am planning on following Audrey and the crew. In this story, you'll get to read along through their winter and christmas season. I still need to develop some of the other side characters such as Ethan, and Chloe. Also i really want other write...
It started as every other Christmas party. There were the ones showing up primed, liquored or stoned and the ones wanting to suck up to the boss. We can't forget the ones who bring their significant others to show off or air them out annually. Being in charge of the entertainment, Teresa was back and forth with everything, ensuring the guests were having a g...