Sorry for the long wait on this one. To be honest I didn't think I had a part two in me. Guess I was wrong. Hope you like the story. Thanks Lostindavoid ***** Chapter One Wishing For Wings He judged the distance from his hotel balcony to the one adjacent to his. He stretched his arm out as far as he could but even with his longish limbs he couldn't touch...
Chapter 8 Trial Day 6 These people honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.' Isaiah 29:13, Mark 7:6-7 Cynthia Mayotte's death dominated the news media. Speculation was rife that there was a connection between her death and the case in progress. Much was made of the f...
When I posted the first part of this story I fully expected a barrage of indignant comments about my religious viewpoint. But none appeared. Could it be that those who would normally emerge from wherever to criticise me did not read beyond the opening statement, choosing instead to write it off as blasphemy? Or could it be that they could find no answer othe...
This story could be submitted under a number of genres; however, the dominant theme is Group. It follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a 'list of the characters' at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they 'fit' into the plot. Someone told me good fiction is based on reality and truth; th...
Welcome to part four. I googled the Van Gogh mentioned in part three and was surprised to find out that the painting was deemed a forgery just a couple of years ago. According to art experts, it was painted some fifty years after Vincent Van Gogh's death. What a bummer for the people who owned it. The encounter with the Japanese couple, Kira and Emiko fro...
Copyright 2007 by Otto26 * My problem, as I see it, is that I'm the wrong sort of asshole. I don't enjoy beating women, I just annoy them. If you beat them, then you're passionate, misunderstood, even masterful. If you annoy them... you're just a jerk. I dwell on this, but you could probably care less. If you're like most Americans you're simply going to l...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of people, places or events is purely coincidental and not the intent of the author. This is a copyrighted work. Any republication, or use in part or in whole without the authors written permission is a violation of copyright laws of the United States and other countries. © Copyright 2003, 2004, Charles F. Johns...
I'm flying the airplane. A wing dips and I turn the wheel, scraping ailerons on the frozen air. The plane yaws; I reach up and adjust the trim. It rolls; I pull back on the yoke. We level off. I'm scared, afraid of losing control, of falling. But still, I'm flying. It's my skill that keeps us in the air, keeps the passengers safe. The passengers... I...
Around her the inferno raged and rose higher, engulfing the edge of her skirt, singing her long cardinal hair; she closed her eyes and fought back tears and focused her mind on his image. She remembered the day she first laid eyes on the demon that had caused her to forfeit her life, body, and soul. He had seemed a man like any other set apart only by his...
This story is one of the Tales from The Shack, and is posted In LW to keep it with the others. While this works fine as a standalone, it is a follow on to the story "Monster." I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and for editing and beta reading, and to Ckcppr and No1specific for b...