Amy Simpson lacked friends, ambition and family closeness with her mom, dad, sister, brother and extended family, which was a drag. Fortunately, she was favoured by the family cat and throughout Amy's formative years, four successive replacement cats continued that feline tradition in the Simpson's home in the small coastal city of Weymouth, at the mouth of...
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"Good morning, Miss Morales, and how are you this fine Christmas Eve morning?" "Good morning, Mr. Lowell. I'm just fine, thank-you. Doctor's running just a bit behind so please have a seat. She'll be with you as soon as she can. Are you all set for the holiday?" "Oh, I'll spend Christmas just about like I do any other day off. I'll put a log on the hearth,...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first story (long time reader, first time poster) and I intend to make it at least a few chapters long. Forgive me that there's no sex in this chapter, but there definitely will be in the future. I would really, really appreciate feedback, positive or negative, and that may determine how fast I post future chapters. Thank you for re...
This was our last date. Our first and last date. The band played slowly, a waltz, and as we spiralled together, our hands clutched each other, defying our imminent separation, our closeness its cruellest reminder. This was our last date. We were in the same class at University, both studying English for wont of a more specific subject and, at first, this wa...
So, here we are, almost five years after the fact, and this is the first thing I've written since. Oh, how I've missed writing. Let me give you some personal history. At seventeen, I left home to move in with a man that abused me. It wasn't until he left me, hot, dehydrated and pregnant on a street corner that I got away. I didn't want to be away, I thought...
The room for my second semester British Literature class was not the large lecture hall I imagined. This being my first day of classes of the year, I had high hopes. However, my vision of a packed lecture hall with a cranky but enthusiastic old English-accented professor scrawling unintelligibly on the chalkboard was dashed the moment I found the classroom d...
CHAPTER 1 Book publishers Flynn & Lombardy, attempting to ride on novelist Jane Austen-Frewin's popularity to push her new novel, 'Legs Wide Open' into the best seller's list, announced in a newspaper and on local TV and radio it would conduct a competition at the widely promoted author's next public appearance. People attending the function at Woodley Mal...
Dearest Cecilia, I write to familiarize you with Six, whom, per our earlier correspondence, I am entrusting to you while I'm away. He used to have a name and not just a number -- as did One through Five before him. He had an identity apart from mine, and a life too. Maybe he still does. His work has to do with IT patents so specialized, he told me once...
On a bookstore prowl, I come across, leather bound, a rare book, the object of many early quests, and a very rare woman, the object (she must be) of many men's quest. The initial object of my desire: an 18th century edition of the Old French Romance, Lancelot du Lac. The new provocation: A beautiful woman bound in black leather pants with a purple silk blous...