Lorelei and Me The Beginning I met Lorelei Jones in a rather strange and bizarre way. By happenstance I was about three hundred yards behind her Mercedes sports car driving down one of the many country roads around our small Wisconsin town. I had delivered some feed and supplies to a local farm from my families feed and tack store and was on my way back. T...
***Hello all. I'm still self-editing so I apologize in advance for anything I missed. I think I'm a decent writer, but editing definitely isn't my calling so I ask for your patience. Enjoy!*** CHAPTER 16: Friends, Lovers, and... Necromancers? "My lord the king?" The king opened his eyes as he woke, once again lamenting the need to be able to rouse himsel...
Max Burnage Ep. 01: Cheaters Beware The following is a spin-off of my series, "Cheater's Gallery," which features Adrestia Rhamnousia. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. (Yes, I do moderate comments.) And remember, this is...
"I have sworn upon the altar of God eternal hostility against every form of tyranny against the mind of man. Thomas Jefferson ATTENTION: All persons appearing in this novel are above the age of 18, except those who are specifically named, and are below the age of 18. Those children, who are under age, will not engage in anything close to being sexual, as pe...
Hi folks, The feedback, encouragement, and patience has been much appreciated so here's the next chapter. Thank you to prof_W303, WideAwakeNow, and Darksable for their time and effort with editing. Stay tuned and I hope you enjoy. LTPC *** Between fight and flight, Chris was indeed in flight. Well, free fall, anyway. He plunged downward through grey no...
Acknowledgement: I'd like to express my gratitude to Snooper for taking the time to critique the original draft of this story. I want to thank this editor for their advice and guidance, both that which I took, and that I didn't. Chapter 1 Matthew Moore completed the house around midyear 1870. He had begun construction of the home he was building for his fu...
(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...
Life is what you make it, make your luck, destiny is in your own hands. Prologue I might as well own up right at the front of our short-term hopefully intimate but rather one-sided relationship between you the reader and myself: I'm an arsehole, no, let's be brutally frank with you, I am one dumb stupid arsehole. And an unlucky one at that. I never knew h...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 21 Shirley St. Martin smiled as she; Theresa Weinstein and Briah Weinstein stood in the Bridal Boutique of Babbage's Department Store and waited for Caitlin Weinstein to come out. Theresa looked uncomfortable and haggard and Briah looked s...
*According to statistics (which may be underreported), some 20 veterans PER DAY commit suicide due to PTSD. I decided to write this story after learning that a second Marine I served with took his own life over the holidays. I've never even been depressed, so I can't begin to imagine how awful it is to be a prisoner of one's own mind due to memories one can'...