The Pacific Crest Trail had been on my bucket list since I was a young girl. I had fallen in love with hiking as a Scout when our troop ventured to Philmont for a two-week excursion. Ever since, I had been searching out the best hiking I could find, not just in the States, but all over the world. I had built a small cadre of close friends that shared my pass...
This I would like to thank Francois101 for the editing. It is a tremendous help. For newcomers, this is the 7th installment of what I'm calling the Criminal Affair Series, which started with the ten-part Criminal Affair. Order of stories for continuity is as follows. Criminal Affair (ten-part series) The Sorority The Irishman at the End of the Bar A Sho...
Chapter 20 Paying the Devil His Due with Interest by T. J. Skywind © To the curious, when I write I listen to several artists. Among them Jean Michel Jarre, Medwyn Goodall, Johnny Clegg, David & Diane Arkenstone, Lindsey Stirling, and a recent addition are Two Steps From Hell. Sometimes I rock out on classics from the 1920s to current hits, but I p...
Unwelcome Philip Johnson Prologue Good and bad things often come into our lives without warning, and that's how it was with Ben Whitehead. A simple impulsive notion to alter his homeward travels just so he could spend a short time dwelling on a place and time from his childhood. All so innocent and understandable. Something that many might consider doing,...
A BLUE CHRISTMAS In July ChloeTzang created an event "In a Sunburned Country" and invited writers to write a story based in Australia timed to coincide with the Melbourne Cup, which is about as important to Aussies as New Year's Eve is to Scots, St Patrick's Day ... etc etc. This is my rather irreverent but affectionate offering in my attempt at narrating...
A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...
Author's note: I feel rather proud of myself for managing to keep this story under the traditional forty-thousand-word lower limit for a novel -- if only by a little. As always, I've taken the time to lay the groundwork for the characters and story, and I hope you'll find the payoff worth it. MB "Good morning, Montana!" the obnoxious Johnny Temple bellows...
Chapter One Usually it was just Toni and Kyle that we got together with a couple of times a month to play cards, go out to eat or maybe have a cookout when the weather was right. But after Hugh and Sonja moved in next door they joined us too. The six of us seemed to be compatible and were within ten years of being the same age so our group of six became pre...
~New Mexico, 1870's~ Chapter 1: A Stranger Rides In A dead Indian hung from the limb of a cottonwood over a dry creek bed. There was a flurry of large wings as a rider slowly approached, and reddish-colored hawks lifted their engorged bodies sluggishly into the air with a chorus of kreeing sounds and began to circle leisurely overhead. John Green clicked...
I would like to thank hcsd1719 for his help in editing and offering encouragement, Spiridon for helping me with the Greek translation and mythology and Tammy for keeping me from going off the rails. Again, there are no actual sex scenes, since the main characters are underage. All italics indicate communication through the mental bond. The complete list of...