On June the 2nd in the year of our Lord 2016 it came to pass that aspiring writer Ahazura penned an open ended Loving Wives story titled "Zero, Fifty or One Hundred" and put out a call to his fellow Lit-authors to come up with an alternative conclusion for it. Very well Sir - challenge accepted. SL Btw dear reader : The following will obviously only make...
Elsa lay on the couch beside Jacob, her hand gently tracing the features of his face, and as she found the scar that marred his right eyebrow, her thoughts travelled back to three years ago when they had first met... The rain was coming down hard, and the darkness of the night was split by flashes from automatic rifles firing at Elsa and her DFA team. The f...
You had met him on the Internet, this Will. He had the heart of a poet and a kind soul like you'd never experienced before. It probably would have ended right there if you hadn't been so bold. You had sent him your picture and he had come back with this ridiculous remark of wagering that women as beautiful as you would walk right past a man like him, never t...
January 1986 A few days after the Chicago Bears won their first Super Bowl title, Ellen Chang started her job as a job coach for the developmentally disabled population. On her third day, she pedaled her bicycle up to the Payless Drugs store at the Estudillo Shopping Center. It was a bitterly cold morning and she wore her parka, two shirts, black exercise...
It was her fate to be recycled. She only understood that, being part of the estate of her deceased mistress, it had been decided to have her sold off for reconditioning. She didn't know exactly what that meant, but she did realize that after thirteen years of activation, and a nearly unwavering routine of service, everything was going to change. The Recycl...
Hey everyone, I have new chapter of the adventures of the drifter. I really hope you like it. Comments, are always highly appreciated. ***** 1. The bleached haired girl was sitting in a very large sofa on the other side of the lobby. It had been a few years since we had parted ways and I strangely felt relieved to see her alive and well. I walked past t...
15 Aug 6:25 AM Circe It was still raining cats and dogs outside and the wind was blowing pretty hard. I stretched away the sleep of my nap and the light of day was breaking. Swinging my legs off the bed I padded over to the window to get my bearings as to where I was and the view that met my eyes was a gloomy one. Well it was definitely out in the country...
A solitary figure trudged against the gusting Omaha wind. Paul had to lean forward to walk into the wind, being careful to change his angle when the wind suddenly switched direction without notice. Holding on to his hat with one hand and clutching the collar of his Navy Pea Coat with his other, he should have been protected. Unfortunately, it started to snow...
"I don't have to tell you the kind of shit we'll be in if we don't smoke this asshole out." Sergeant Burns looked a few soldiers in the eye, hands on hips. She leaned forward slightly, a standard tactic to push her face out into the room and focus everyone's attention. "None of you came out to the middle of the desert to let a high-value target, a guy who'...
So I am not gonna lie, I thought this story would come a lot easier than it has. That combined with the fact that I have had family and work issues means my writing has dropped off considerably. I am glad that people are interested enough to want to see more so thank you for sticking with me. I will try not to disappoint but I am only human and this is only...