Looking up from her schoolwork, Garnet saw David walk across the grassy field towards her. She had a last period spare today and had decided to spend some time outside getting her homework done. David always picked her up after he finished his college classes and today was no different. Garnet smiled, knowing that she was blushing. She couldn't help it reall...
6:00p.m. Dinner went great. No more hounding questions at the dinner table. Everyone ate and was stuffed. Big Momma and LaJoria got up, cleared the dinner plates and went into the kitchen. She brought back the hot peach cobbler from the oven and a bucket of vanilla ice cream. She served everyone their portions and returned to the kitchen. "Why don't we ta...
A September Day at the Motel It was a warm day in early September. The air conditioner in the dodgy old motel was doing its groaning, rattling best, but the temperature in the room was still approaching eighty. Lynette was lying on her back, her legs spread as far as she could get them as her lover supported his upper body above her on his elbows and pound...
© C.B. Summers 2011 * I prepared for battle on my unmade bed. I deployed howitzers and pillboxes on the pillow highlands, drove tanks and half-tracks from the rear lines near the footboard, into attack formation, and patiently placed every little plastic soldier in their positions on the battlefield. Some were formed up into skirmish lines behind the folds...
Prologue: This is a romance and my first attempt at writing fiction. It started off as a story idea for Earth Day but writing it and deciding to post it held it up for a while. Many thanks primarily to Dinsmore and also Techsan for patience and expert help and advice with edits and writing. As per usual, the characters are invented and bear no intentional re...
This is a true story about the most special woman in my life. Some people may be offended by this material, or my think it belongs in another category, or just want to gripe about grammar or that I used the wrong tense in a sentence on page 3. Keep those comments to yourself and move on. However, if you would like to make a comment about the events in the...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
I was honored to be asked to participate in "Wine and Old Lace." I've never done historical or romance before, so this was quite a challenge. I hope I've earned another ask sometime in the future. It was just supposed to be a summer job, a way to put some money in Stevie Tanner's pocket to take to his freshman year of college in the fall. His best friend, R...
"Danny, this isn't something that needs to affect us. Not in any real or meaningful way. It's something completely outside of us." You're probably wondering why my bride of twelve years just made that statement to me just now. Thirty minutes earlier I had walked out of my office building, where I work as a CPA for a medium size accounting firm, to walk a c...
Hey Folks, This one is a little bit off of the beaten track. It's a little bit darker than most , but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. This is actually the lighter pf two versions of this story. Most of you know where the other version is and my thanks to whomever mentions it for those who don't. This story was edited by the legendary Barney-R. I'v...