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...
REQUIEM FOR A VERGER Time rolls on, and things change dramatically at St. Dunstan's. There are times that veer wildly between the comic, erotic and tragic, and this story recounts one such time. Agnes Sterns sat in front of my desk, signing the contract before her. Her grandmother Mary then signed it as Chair of the Vestry, then I signed it. We continued...
If I was a swearing person I would be forgiven for saying 'the bastard has betrayed me again!' but I don't swear, although under the circumstances I just might take it up. The reason for this came about after I'd put my reputation on the line to save my father, Pastor William Williams (name courtesy of his Welsh heritage) from the scandal involving his appe...
Friday morning, Brittany awoke to the sounds of muffled voices in her hospital room. Her head was throbbing intolerably. Trace was sitting on the foot of the bed. Moving her head slightly, through her blurred vision, she saw Karen and Richard sitting by the window. Trace rushed to her side, noticing she was awake. “Where am I?” Brittany mumbled. “You’re i...
This story has to be in the third person. I cannot do this in the first person, I cannot bring myself to put myself in this man's shoes, so forgive me, because we all know that sooner or later everybody has to answer the final roll call. * The unarmed Medevac chopper hit the ground hard almost tossing out the Crew Chief, who was already precariously perch...
Hello, and welcome. This is the final chapter of the story. I want to thank everyone who read it for sticking with it through to the end. I hope you found it enjoyable. I want to thank the following people who helped me create this fantasy: LaRascasse, my editor for really helping me with this. Kalamazoo707 and Donalde for helping me stay track and simply b...
Bright lights were the last thing James saw, accompanied by the sound of a car smash. He had been trying to cross the road at what the local Council called the 'designated place' and the Volvo had rounded the corner with the shriek of tyres and struck him square on. When his head hit the windscreen there was a dull 'crack' and that was that. He thus missed t...
It was a dark place - figuratively and literally - where he spent most of his time. The room was clean and neat, the only light coming from eight computer monitors on a long table against the outer wall. Here, he watched intently, pushed back in his wheelchair, glancing from one screen to the next, sometimes pausing to reflect on what might be happening on a...
Okay guys, I got a lot of great feed back on the last set of combined chapters. This is going to be the last insert until I can get a few more chapters written in between. I have where I want it to go, but I skipped a whole year of everyone's lives...so I kind of need to fill it in. So if you're looking to get this continued, I'd beg for your help. Now, I kn...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. The chairperson was finishing up the announcements and then introducing her and the knot in her stomach tightened even tighter. She silently prayed to God to help her, to speak through her. "If I can help at least one person here tonight," she prayed. "Then it...