Moira gave me the security code to her garage which allowed me to enter her house. on the kitchen counter were my instructions. Pretty straight forward. Vacuum, dust, mop, clean the bathrooms, strip the bed, put new sheets on, wash the dirty ones. She emphasized the need to pretreat the stained area. After shedding my clothes I went to work. Being nude was r...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: There is no sex in this story. This is an attempt to examine some of the underlying causes of an affair and the emotions that might occur. I also wanted to explore the difficulties that might be encountered by a couple that try to save a marriage after an affair. Dear Phil, By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I find that I cannot go on...
Every now and then during my life things have happened that I cannot explain, at least not in any rational way. Some may call them coincidence, but I am not so sure. Certainly the events that I am about to recount fit into a category that I can only call "strange". In this case it was a matter of minutes, long seconds at most, that determined that, yes, I...
This is the second part and conclusion to "What Would You Choose." You need to read that for "Aftermath" to make sense. I self-edited this time and used Microsoft spell and grammar check. Please forward any spelling and grammar errors to Bill Gates directly. Actually, I would love for all the readers to both score and comment on the story. Your feedback wo...
I. The armies had moved to Ireland for the battle. Bellow the highest hills of Ireland they waited. Ready for the battle of centuries... the battle that would take every hero the world had left, fighting side by side and ready to die. There were spies and look outs posted on every corner of the emerald island. Their passion for this battle burning deep in...
After reading all 3 Daydream Believer stories by Chargrined, I felt the need to write the 3rd story from my perspective. This is my first attempt at writing; I'm still trying to figure out why! As much as I hate to write, I felt compelled to write this story. Boy, would my English teachers be surprised to find me writing for fun. I recommend you read the f...
Jake had been watching as all the sneak attacks he'd planned had started to reduce the numbers of Qistina's army. Then they had all vanished appearing not far outside of the palace. Then to his amazement she lost far more than he'd planned. Out of the over ten thousand she'd started she only had about five thousand left. Shaking his head Jake knew they had...
NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the su...
Things had been a bit hectic at work for some time and had gotten to the point where I very much felt like I'd been neglecting my responsibilities at home. That silly commercial where the loony old guy asks his wife to stand outside so he could recognize his home when he drove by, but forgot she was a redhead had long since ceased to be funny. GA had been so...
Author's note: This book takes place in the same universe/time as Ghosts and Russian Winter just a different time period. Where there is a sea, there be pirates. Uncle Martin! Uncle Martin!" A tiny voice echoes through the hall bringing Martin Sternigan's attention up from his book. The door to the room bursts open and in steps a girl of eight years old. "...