(Se puede asumir que todas las personas en estos relatos tienen al menos 18 años o más, todos los nombres y lugares que se mencionarán han sido cambiados para mantener en anonimato a las personas, cualquier parecido es sólo una coincidencia, las imágenes usadas son sólo de referencia y no tienen ninguna conexión a las personas de la historia.) Desde que teng...
Paris, 1954 'Aren't you happy to finally be passing the reins of your burdensome chaperone to Miss Peake?' Mark leered at me with a saucy grin as I moved across grass to the other side of the garden. We were attending a party thrown by one of Anna's well to do friends, out in the picturesque French countryside. 'Reins?' I looked at him, confused. 'Or, I...
You are Crown Prince John III of Creagachtír and you are not happy. It is not your country which displeases you. Despite what others might think, Creagachtír is a great land. Its scenery is the type which requires quiet reflection, but this just makes you appreciate its subtle beauty all the more. The exposed rock faces tells the story of the mountains over...
Working with Jose was something of a trial. "Alan, may I ask what you are thinking you are doing with that torch and those tanks of gas?" I closed the jeep door and frowned at Jose's shadowy figure, standing against the crumbled wall in the darkness. "We have to get in somehow, don't we? The door is reinforced with iron and the lock will be corroded shut,...
Standing anonymous amongst the congregation, he watched as friends and family precariously lowered the rain-drenched coffin into the collapsing grave. Six burly men leaned over the open chasm, striving to maintain balance in the torrential rain; as the coffin slowly disappeared from view a barely audible splatter resonated from beneath as it finally hit its...
X. "What's the point of fucking if you can't bust a nut?" For six days after her encounter with Blue, Jannie's sexual burn receded into irrelevance. She cheerfully went about her daily chores. She contributed to dinnertime conversations without any undue tight-lipped strain. She fucked her brother occasionally but with none of her earlier vehemence. Sh...
Milo didn't know what hit him. Oh, right. A planet. Three months and nineteen days after the day Milo had gone crazy, as had been happening regularly for the past two weeks, Earth time, a sleek black pod blasted down from the stratosphere and rocketed towards the surface. Here, in the verified atmosphere breathable by humans, the shield casing around Milo'...
Not quartering soldiers was a fundamental principal that America was built on during the Revolution. But one that Americans observed more in history than in practice now that more than 150 years had passed. It wasn't that the French seemed to object to their saviours' making themselves at home in ranches and cottages across the countryside. In fact, some ra...
Yawning, Heather triple checked the plan for the run later, while drinking wonderfully hot hazelnut coffee out of her favorite pig mug. The target was going to be at the Starbucks at exactly 7:45pm, as he had done every Saturday for the past 7 years, where he will order his usual: a low-fat skim milk caramel-macchiato with exactly 1 and a quarter inches of w...
I would like to thank Techsan for his patience and proof reading. His editing skills were invaluable. * Chapter One: Jamaica The clear azure waters were placid as the old weathered trawler lay anchored just off the north side of Jamaica, close to 13 miles northeast of Montego Bay. The current slowly drifted past the worn boat as an incredibly thin black y...