I know I had a choice. I didn't like the available options, but too bad, really. This wasn't magic fairyland where you could close your eyes, click your heels three times and have it all go away. This was real life, where when you owe $5,000 to a loan shark, you either pay up or dance his dance. So, in this case, I literally danced. My name's Harriet Wilde...
Jim Archer, jr. sat in the seat of the small tractor, looking over the field they'd just finished picking. He was sore and bone tired from the day's labor, but it was well worth it.... once the beans were properly dried and sealed away in jars, they'd have enough to last through til' next fall. The hundred acres of fields outside of the town proper, though...
Author's Note: Fair warning, if mentioning church bothers you, then take a pass on this story, because Wilson is corrupting a nice, church-going girl. ***** Wilson puffed once before softly inhaled another lungful of tobacco. The first puff heated up the cheery tip of his cigarette and released a little cloud of smoke before he filled his lungs with the se...
There's the possibility of more parts to this story, if inspiration strikes. * "Mr. Hawthorne?" Victoria Sanderson stood in the doorway to my office, timidly knocking to announce her presence. To the outside observer, she would have looked the picture of innocence: white tennis shoes, pink ruffles atop white ankle socks, blue skirt hanging to her mid-calf...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed when you don't find it! Enjoy! ***** Even though he didn't attribute any strictly transcendental meaning to it, Sunday still felt somehow sacred to Nick. It was the day when he allowed his lazy side free rein, the mornin...
Chapter One They're changing the Guard at Buckingham Palace — Christopher Robin went down with Alice The words of the song my grandmother had sung to me echoed in my head as I left the conference hall into a crisp London night. London! There was a sense of magic to the place. My granny came from southern England and thought the city was the centre of the...