Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 92. Let's Make A Deal! No sooner than the words were out of Hanks mo...
JULY 15, 89: What a fine and glorious day! A slight breeze carries a comfortable temperature all through the city. The sun is bright and chipper, but there's more to my happiness than weather! In addition to our blessed nature, I continue receiving amicable visitors. I don't have a moment's peace for people keep stopping by, saying hi, congratulations, so o...
If you haven't read the previous installments of "Davy's On The Road Again", I suggest you read them so you can get up to speed. If you are too young, too prudish or not into reading about sex in its many combinations, then what are you doing here? ---------------------------------------- Hello, my friends. It's been a long season since we've communicated...
I would like... Unedited / Rough version, please forgive the writing mechanics. Now I've been told that when men say "Your wife is beautiful," then she's beautiful, but when men and women both say it, she's hot. Well, Janet falls very much into the latter, but I think it's much more than her outer appearance, she's also a beautiful person to be around....
"You can go now, Beau. We are finishing work for today. Put the chains on their pussies again and let them here for the night." She watched as the mulatto girl obeyed her. "Good girls," she said as she caressed one of the fillies. "You have given your cream for the first time; there will be others, because this thing is very important to us humans. Tomorro...
Prologue Darla Padgett cried as she thought about all that pain that she had been through, and to her, as a shooting star went across the sky she whispered to herself, "even the stars were passing judgment on me." In the cemetery, near Eddie's grave, and hours before the train to Montreal was scheduled to leave and take her away forever, young Darla lay in...
While the vessel was being manoeuvred into her berth, watched by a huge crowd ashore, Matt wondered if his father would casually ask him, "Did you happen to bump into a Martha Bridger?" Matt had been away for two years and 344 days, according to his mother. If he had any misgivings about his parents being less that enthusiastic about seeing their son again...
Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer The following is a revised version of "The Coxville Curse" rearranged to be in chronological order. The parts of "The Coxville Curse 2" that happened on the night the shadow man came into the dreams of the women of Coxville have been moved to this story. The "Sister Nancy: Faith E...
"Hi, honey," Terra bounced into the room, reading the scowl on her cousin's face. "What are you thinking?" "Oh, I don't know," Nichole sighed. "I'm just in a funk." "It's about him, isn't it," Terra said softly. "You can't stop thinking about him, can you?" "I try, but I don't think I'm ready to let go," Nichole said. She pointed towards the big bay windo...
Jarrik's last memories of Boston were neatness and politeness. The stainless steel tweezers to turn the needle for the suture were sparkling. The boundaries of the surgery site were formed by straight lines of medical tape. Skin was inside the rectangle. Outside the rectangle was a blue sheet with the fold marks from storage. The anesthetist was sitting on a...