-------------------------------------------------- May the golden butterfly lead you throughout your reading of the journey of the last MacEirc royal bloodline -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 The story began when Coinneach was just a little boy. The servant picked him up and kissed him once on the cheek. Tears streamed dow...
OK, this is the opening chapter to my little novel – I think the prologue may have been a little confusing but it was really just to set the stage and background, hopefully this is a bit more straightforward. Any feedback is greatly appreciated this is the first time I have actually written anything major, although I do have my roughs from college the whole...
As I reflect on that magical summer of 1978, I can only say, "Thank you Dr. DeHoff." He contributed to making me the person that I am today. Now you may immediately conclude that Dr. DeHoff was my Comparative Literature or Philosophies instructor; some maven of economics at University, or perhaps some kindly physician who encouraged me to pursue a medical ca...
Vin woke up first the next morning and went to the gym to work out, leaving me to sleep late. When I finally woke up, the clock in the bedroom showed 9:30. Getting up, I wrapped a sheet around me and went out to the porch and sat in the swing, enjoying the morning sounds. A few minutes later I saw him jogging down the beach back towards the cottage. A few p...
"You cannot understand how a woman feels about these things, dear Robin," Carenza said as she stroked my face. "When she trusts and loves a man and feels that her love and trust is returned, she will give herself to him, and that is how I feel with you. I have let you get to know me as I have never let anyone know me since the time of my pain." We had just...
Chapter 1 Many people will have seen the following on TV a few times and wondered. When going on stage to accept a top music, film or literary award, the overwhelmed female recipient would thank her coach, banker, favourite cabbie, mom, producer, agent and anyone else she can squeeze out of her mind. Then as she turns away from the microphone, she'll grab...
Rayna stretched out on the towel and felt the sun beat down on her body. She was hot and sweaty, but loved working on her tan. Her blonde hair was in a bun and was tucked under a beige wide brimmed hat. She closed her eyes and began to daydream. She loved how hot Georgia got in the summer time. She had lived most of her life in Vermont and wasn't use to how...
This is my first attempt at a story. It's more about the build up than the act. Comments welcome. ***** Laura had always been prude, her fiancée knew it and so did her parents. She would still a virgin on her wedding night. Her mother had discussed what could happen on her wedding night and she was scared. She was told that her new husband would want to fu...
She first saw it as she parked her car in front of the old cottage. A tall monstrous figure made of vines-- at first she thought it was a tree-- looming in the shadows of the forest. She did a double take and it was gone. She shrugged it off as a trick of the light, and retrieved her suitcase from the trunk of the car. The second time she saw it was through...
A week away on a farm was all I need to get myself out of the hum drum of everyday life. Searching the holiday let listings I found a cottage on a small farm in a picturesque part of rural England. The farm was secluded and the cottage cosy, so fee paid I was all set for my trip. Over a week later I travelled north and found the farm and the cottage. A perf...