This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Candice Kane had her trials: her name, her ex, and his new skank of a wife. That, she cou...
It had rained earlier in the morning, a hard, wind-driven downpour and Nicholas was forced to sidestep ankle-deep pools of mucoid water that had collected at the street corners. Now the rain was letting up; the clouds began to skid off towards New England and beyond. Weak shafts of sunlight squeezed down between the buildings of midtown Manhattan. It was sti...
June 5, 1883 -Karen English- Mr. Dominquez left to chase the murdering woman shortly after we carried Hilbert to the doctor to get his leg looked at. She shot him low, near where the ankle connects with his shin, but it looks more like a flesh wound. All in all, he got off lucky with a shot like that. He might even get to keep his foot. "Say what you will...
The order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series. Case of the Executed Evangelist series. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains gra...
PROLOGUE: THREE MONTHS BEFORE The road was desert dusty; any driver would have known the end of it was off the paved path. The truck contributing to the dust had seen better years, and had a few worse ones yet to go. The driver was paying more attention to the bottle of beer the passenger was swilling than the road. The driver and passenger's skin was dar...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremel...
It's 7:30 on Friday night, in one of the last of the Golden Days of the 1990's, and I'm sitting at an upscale lounge. The lounge is in a shopping center that I hate going to. Just ten years ago, the whole area was a field that my friends and me used to play in, and there wasn't much in the area. Today, it is an over-glamorized bastion of overpriced plastic m...
This is my first submitted story and I've never done writing before so any constructive criticism is welcome. A very big thank you to my editor thisname isntakenyet for accepting the challenge. There is some violence in the story so if you own, or lease a crying closet, this story may not be for you. Also there is no sex, in this chapter anyway, so if you ar...
This is the latest installment of my series featuring Jennifer and Chip. I decided to write the story from each other's point of view. Each section is headed with "Told from Jennifer/Chip's point of view. I split the story into two parts. Told from Jennifer's point of view It was a rare chance for the two of us to be alone. Me freed from the call of the...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...