Sheryl knew she needed a way out. Since The Crash, her entire life had fallen apart. She should have left New York after 911-but she was just too attached to her job and the people she worked with. It was all just too hard to believe. First most of Los Angeles had been turned into a rather large crater. Then the refugees had streamed into New York. It was ob...
Let me introduce my self. My names Stacy and I'm 26 years old I stand 5'9" 160 pounds. I have green eyes and waist length dark brown hair, with 36 C Breasts. This is the story of my first time with my ghostly lover. It all started when I moved into the house I inherited from my great grandmother. I was busy unpacking and I started to get the feeling I was be...
Author's note: As requested, here is a cast of the characters of the story, at least through the soiree at Indian House. I don't perceive any additional characters (at least not any significant ones) being added afterwards. Also, even though the father of the character Deedra Helmholtz was a very real mathematician, to the best of my knowledge, he never had...
"A king of men, it makes no sense. When I bow to the priest, while I worship the witch." *** Sheriff William Baker stood in the center of Braintree commons with his arms crossed, watching as the mystery stagecoach they'd found only a day before was being taken to the police station. It still made no sense, why someone would just abandon it in the middle of...
I still drive by our old place sometimes. The house is still there, although it is empty and crumbling. There are still no close neighbors. Whoever the owners are now don't mow, so the lot is overgrown with weeds and grass. I'll pull up in the driveway and get out of the car, but I don't usually go farther. I cannot tell you exactly why. Maybe it's out of re...
(This series is only loosely based on facts surrounding the Gettysburg campaign of 1863. None of the major characters are intended to represent any real persons. Units, corps, and other battle-related facts are not meant to exactly mirror the actions of either army at Gettysburg.) June 30, 1863 Cashtown, PA Jack Campbell was on the march again. The 102nd...
Jonathan was my fiancé's best friend. He was a true Texas boy. Good looking, smart, tall, incredible southern accent.....and with what I guessed was a dick to match. We had flirted on occasion and got along very well. I had invited him out once or twice before, but nothing ever came of it. Sean, my fiancé, was out of town at college that summer, and I was lo...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Sometime in the Past "Hey...Hey!" a Japanese man waved. Nik took his earphones off. He was jogging on a treadmill and didn't notice the man say hello. "Hi." "You look in good shape. Do you come here often?" the man asked. "Sometimes, when work lets me. Why?" The Japanese man was skinny like a marathon runner. There didn't appear to be an ounce of...
Two women lived together in the house on Merriwether Street in Chattanooga, and most of their older neighbors thought this behavior was scandalous. The wagging tongues of old spinsters lashed them in the privacy of parlor tea parties reminiscent of days gone by, but the parties were only the pathetic struggles of a people unable to cope with the reality of t...