"Lizzie Borden Had a Secret, Mr. Borden Discovered It Then A Quarrel" was the October 10, 1892 headline of the Fall River Globe. The supposed "secret" was one that would have been most damning in that era: the unmarried 32-year-old was pregnant. By October 12th, the story had miscarried and the Boston Globe published an apology. An unscrupulous detective na...
Hi all, Well this is my second effort and I would like to think that I have learnt from my first outing and eradicated some of my many many flaws. For that, I would like to send a huge thanks to Todger65 for all his hard work correcting my spelling and punctuation errors and hopefully making the story more enjoyable. For ease of reading, I decided to split...
All persons in this story are over 18 years of age. *** My first year at an all boys College was hell. The innocence of secondary education with its pretty girls and never ending blue skies had been replaced by the onslaught of adulthood. I had rented a room in a little house in a Cul-de-sac, miles away from home in order to concentrate on my studies. As...
The snows came early in 1949 and stayed late so cattle were sold off at a loss as supplementary feed dwindled to sweepings and empty drums littering barn floors. The banks were all too ready to decline to extend overdrafts, knowing the feed shortage would continue into the next season. Rejected by the bank, Roy Holmes told his young wife Kate – a real sweet...
Tatiana wasn't sure how long they had been walking for when he stopped them to make camp on the river bank. She sat on the ground where he'd left her, listening as he collected wood for a fire around them. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, feeling ill at ease in her helplessness. At least when they had been with her other two captors, she'd had...
The next morning Penelope found herself naked in the middle of Blackbeard's bed. A soft moan erupted as she rolled to her side, aching from the night before. Sobbing softly, she remembered the way he had taken her roughly, searing into her every thought that she was but a toy for his pleasures on the sea. She buried her still flushed face into the softness...
Michelle reached over and flicked on the switch to her computer, pulling her blanket a little tighter around her body as she did so. As she waited for the computer to finish turning itself on, she sipped contentedly at her glass of chilled wine. Finally, it finished booting itself, and she wasted no time dragging the cursor across the screen to the Internet...
The fires burned out by the time Dayo escaped the bushes. He stared at his camp, his home, reduced to ashes and blood. He walked across the desert sands to what remained of him and his master's tent. He had shared that tent with his master all of his adult life, serving Master Lewak's every need as his only servant. They had travelled leagues together with t...
The moonlight slipped through the bedroom, a suitor contending for the hand of the graceful ladies that danced against the wall...the ballet of candlelight soft and elegant. Engulfed in the sweetness of gardenias, I lie naked upon your bed, smoldering with longing. Thoughts of you kiss me, as I watch the ballet play before me...the intertwining and mating of...
Author's notes: . I found this gathering dust in the corner of my hard drive. I had completed the first draft on a little better than three chapters of what I hoped to be a much longer work, before writer's block sat in and I put it aside to write Momma and Me. Since I don't like the idea of 13 submissions, (now don't tell me I'm superstitious, I THINK OF IT...