Wow, this is just great. Who would've guest that I would be laid up in a coma for doing something heroic because in retrospect. I was trying to hide my act of cowardice. Hello I'm Private First Class (PFC) Russell Beckford of the 181st infantry. My Parents are from the Caribbean. Mom, Elaine, being from Haiti, the product of a bi-racial relationship and of w...
"Hello. Hello. I'm home." My usual greeting went unanswered, so I tossed my jacket on a chair and made my way through the house looking for Barbara. Maybe she was napping. Or out in the yard. "Sweetheart, where are you?" No answer, only silence. Then I noticed the house was buttoned up, windows shut, doors locked, and I remembered she told me this morning...
(This is dedicated to my husband who encouraged and "pushed" me to try writing.) * It's a lonely world when you grow up in a broken home. When your parents can't get along and you are pulled from one home to another during visitation, it's hard to understand what you're supposed to take to heart and learn. How in the world she grew up with a sound mind is...
We pulled into the parking space. Rain pattered, but if we ran we'd hardly be wet. Jess turned off the car. "You ready to dash?" She grinned. I grinned back. "Is this your idea of making it fun already?" "I aim to deliver, Harriet. Harri." She popped open her door and jumped out. I followed suit. What did she mean by that name? She beat me to the stairs,...
Every character is over the age of 19 years. ***** Session 1 - The Moment The helicopter's co-pilot gave her a nervous look. "Miss, please remain in your seat until we've landed!" Agent Fox ignored him. These pilots were taking too many precautions, and thus taking her valuable time. At least the main pilot focused on his job; the co-pilot kept trying to...
Author's Notes: Hey there! If this is your first time checking out the series, you shouldn't have any problem figuring out where things stand with this chapter/volume, but if you like what you read, please consider taking a look at the first chapter (also on this site and my account). This chapter was brought to you by the very generous donations and pat...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Waverly Earp let out a deep, exhausted sigh as she finally closed the door to her home behind her. Shorty's was regularly short of staff, an unfortunately resulted being small town bar, especially in a town where people were missing regularly. Perhaps mor...
I went into mourning, I guess. There was some second-guessing involved, too. In the end, I couldn't see that I had done anything wrong - or that things would have turned out differently if I had acted otherwise. There was no question that I would miss Jen. But I was honest enough with myself to wonder which I would miss more: Jen, or the incredible sex....
All characters are over 18 years of age. * * * * * Jenni is safely installed in a booth at Danny's. If she listens attentively she can hear the sound of the river below which relaxes her along with the quiet ambiance of the diner. It's not crowded this evening; it's not a place you'd take a date for Valentine's Day. Not if you wanted to get some, anyway....
"There are so many really cool things about being in love, you know? You can have the best day imaginable with ... nothing ... just her. Just being alone with her pretty much makes everything okay," Jared said as he sat in the middle of the big round booth at Player's Sport Bar & Grill. "Huh, oh. This does not sound good," Pete remarked as he entered and wa...