My name is Ted Howard and my wife's name is Beth. We have three children; Carl aged 10, Mike age 8 and Beth age 5. It all started so very innocently with my wife and me enjoying our first vacation by ourselves in over ten years and evolved into something that seems like a fantastic dream than reality. Over the past ten years we have had three children and ev...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
New Abbey, Scotland, 1914 CHAPTER ONE One. Two. Three. Four. Four steps would bring Madeline Welby to her brother's bedroom door. Maddie's heart pounded painfully in her chest and her body trembled, teeth chattering as she stared ahead of her in the dark hallway. With each step, she could feel the brush of the carpet under her bare feet. A late winter rain...
Author's Note: My warmest thanks to Ronnie Wachuka for his help and lending a male perspective to this entire story. My thanks also to my friend Gloria. In this chapter, there are things that are not viewed as priestly demeanor. I do not apologize for these, but rather say that friends of mine that are Priests have told me that chastity, poverty and obedie...
This story is part of a series that includes two other stories: Fight Test and Victims of the Revolution. The characters are not recurrent, and it can be enjoyed without the other stories. -- Homeless. Jobless. Pregnant. In this city, just another way of saying 'dead.' Corporations ruled the day, moving unchecked across a landscape that grew more arid an...
This wasn't going to be a normal Friday night out. That much I knew in advance. We were going down town to a party house with our good friends Paul and Barbara. Nothing wrong with that place, but this night it was something else. It was a restricted night for invitees only, but what we were really in for we didn't know. The party house had a good reputation...
Author's Note : This is the final chapter to JTAL. I hope you have enjoyed it. I have enjoyed it quite a lot even though I feel slightly disappointed that I must have failed in some respects with some readers judging from their comments seem to have missed the whole narrative thread of the story. Thanks to those that voted and the silent majority who sent me...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Eleven – Thunder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harken to the booming thunder as it rumbles across the heavens, much as the thudding heart of a lover pounds wildly within its breast. "A Fool's Book of Wisdom" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Erik leapt from his seat and knelt before her. He roughly took each of her upper arms in his hand...
This is Chapter 3 of a story I started some time ago and have been delinquent in continuing. For those who might have read and enjoyed the previous two chapters I apologize for my procrastination. For those who might here be exposed to this story for the first time, I sincerely hope you will be tempted to read chapters 1 and 2. * * * * * THE TIME: January...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Italy, Sicily, France and Spain, all round England and back again: They christened the starship "Old Faithful". Pieces of the left rotary axle had disintegrated when the homeworld imploded, causing a hundred and thirty percent burn in the starboard engines and til...