When they were both dressed, Isaac took Nall down to her new favorite restaurant again, the IHOP two blocks away. Why she'd chosen the place when they could easily afford to eat in five-star restaurants daily now, he had no idea; he'd never much cared for fine trucker cuisine. Nall was in charge, though. She ordered several pancakes, and Isaac just asked for...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
Continuation of 'Bound To Happen' The first person Clara and I told about us had been my mother. She was a bit shocked at first, but after an hour or so of maternal cross-examination and about twenty minutes alone with Clara, she just accepted it: We were in love and that was good enough for her. The two of us then tried to tell Clara's mom but that didn't...
* * * Chapter 3 The shadows grew long overhead as Clara made her way deeper into the woods. She wondered if Lukas was watching her, following her again. "I can hear you," she lied boldly to the empty air, hoping to spur him from his cover if he was indeed following her. She paused for a moment, waiting. When she heard nothing other than the sounds of the...
I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure no...
Before reading this story it is important that you read 'Surviving in the Old West' parts 1 and 2 to fully understand the characters. For the more observant amongst you, you will notice a small name change between the stories. I always meant for the character to be called Clara a name more in keeping with the times in which the story is set. I have no idea h...
"Don't make a move, don't make a sound. Not a sound." Mary froze, the cold steel of a knife pressing against her throat, as a woman behind her rummaged around. "All you've got is this one knapsack? Just this one?" the woman whispered, obviously angry. "Can't believe people these days. Can't believe it!" Mary heard the woman take off, the knife safely part...
A/N: Many thanks to Jayknie and NotSweetEnough for their edits! ***** Lucas was pacing back and forth in his apartment. He debated on running away. He would be an outcast, but at least he'd be alive. The challenge was going to be called any minute. He spent the week begging and pleading with people to back him, but could not find an eighth vote. Lucas wou...
The first time Clara had ever seen a bee-girl was when she spotted one flying over her peaceful village of Eythe. She fluttered through the sky, gazing down, her eyes meeting Clara's with the same curiosity that Clara had of this strange creature. The bee-girl hovered in the air for a moment, her golden hair waving in the breeze, her large striped abdomen bo...
"There are so many stars tonight" whispered Clara. I look over at her gazed face. Her cute little nose. Her pointed face. Her brownie brown hair laying away from her face as she lays on the blanket looking upward to heaven. Her light brown eyes the color of sunset. Her silk/satin shirt raised a little above her sexy flat stomach and showing her cute navel...