Chapter 1: Getting off track ..................................... It was the perfect start to the worst day of her life. She just didn't know it yet as she sipped from her cup of warm morning coffee at her kitchen table. From the speaker of the radio beside her played an age old piece of classical music to which she hummed along to while enjoying her morn...
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This is my contribution to the "WINTER HOLIDAYS STORY CONTEST 2016" It is submitted to the section 'Interracial Love' and that's exactly what it is about: love, crossing boundaries. All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright blab...
Chapter 1: Don't Croc the Boat If Michael had known his future would have involved rowing a boat... he would have definitely worked more on his upper-body strength. Those crew jocks he remembered from high school all seemed to be practicing for something that would never be useful, like learning how to apply a mustard plaster or stealing cable. But here he...
Authors Note This story was written for the National Novel Writing Month 2011 in November of that year and was completed on November 29th 2011, although the editing took a little longer, hence the slight delay from finishing to publishing the book. The setting for this story is a small town in the Midlands and is expressly designed to be around seventy sho...
CHAPTER 1: PEST CONTROL "Recruit! Why are there lizards raining from my goddamned vents?" The soldier stood, saluting. "I don't know, Sir!" The Staff Sergeant steadied his wide brimmed hat as a fat reptile fell from the air vent above the mess hall table, bouncing off his head and landing in a gravy boat with a splash. It motored its little legs, trying...
Prologue I couldn't sleep. Lying in the darkened room, staring up into the blackness, and listening to the steady, even breathing of my husband asleep beside me, I could only think about love. There are so many songs about love, but for every one of those songs that celebrate love, there is another song about heartbreak and love lost. I was lost in thought...
Author's preamble: I puzzled over the category to select but decided that the often brutal images in several scenes required the BDSM tag. For those who do not like surprises sprung upon them, I should add further tags: Lesbian sex, 'straight' sex, anal, oral, fisting, anal fisting, menstruation, pissing, piercing and a passing mention of gay sex (but don't...
Prologue. Late Summer 1943 – Suffolk, England. Katie opened the front door and froze. A grim faced postman stood on the doorstep with an ominous looking telegram in his hand. He silently handed it to her, and Katie shut the door before he had a chance to offer her his sympathy. She had been expecting this, she had not heard from Stephen for many months, sh...
Pulling up to Emma's house I waited in the Astra and put some music on. It was one of the cleaner streets I had been on. There were trees where I had parked, saplings held with stakes in the earth, one every forty metres on both pavements. The bins had been put out for tomorrow. I saw a fluttering of curtains in the window of Emma's house and recognised th...