He had no idea who she was. For almost a month he had been seeing her; sometimes catching just a glimpse out of his second floor window as she walked along the shaded street in front. On a couple of occasions they had crossed paths as she was leaving the garbage shed a few blocks away when he went to dump the black polythylene bin bag into the dumpster. Once...
Working Stiff 'Yo Pete. No post deal blues. PT pm soldier. Go easy. Bar 18:00. xx' Typical Dan text. The deal was done. Ink on the contracts, funds in escrow. More than a year of hard work from all the preparation, through the pitches, meetings, presentations, diligence and negotiation, to signing. All the hurdles jumped, the problems worked, the battles...
Chapter 5 -- Old FriendsThe Hull was the nickname given to the colossal frame of an abandoned dreadnought class warship in Sector 12F, that had crash-landed into the station, back during Omicron's chaotic founding some odd seventy plus years ago. The humongous derelict ship had been stripped of its values a long time ago, leaving only the decorticated frame...
Ravenna933 edited this story, but she also made some suggestions that were crucial to the plot development in this chapter. The previous chapter's conclusion made a natural endpoint of that branch of the story. I have never written a multi-chapter story arc before, and I wasn't sure where to go next after that. She helped me find a way out of the cul-de-sac...
Hey everybody, here I am with the next exciting chapter of HFHM! If you are new, it's honestly easiest if you go back to Chapter 1. This story is written in chapters and you are smack dab in the middle of Book Three. Besides, there's plenty of monster sex you have already missed. A special shout out to those of you who wrote me saying you've never sent a l...
CHAPTER I I grew up in western North Carolina across the mountains, very much a rural area, but within a short ride to modern 21st Century environments. The biggest draw of the area is the great vistas, quiet wonderful landscapes and sweet wholesome and welcoming people. There are many craft shops, handmade industries, handicraft instruction and training c...
The bell rang and, as we noisily gathered our books and folders, Mademoiselle Amaury announced, "OK! Tomorrow we will talk about advanced statistical analysis." This drew a loud groan from just about everyone in the class, myself included, and I nudged Chloé gently. "You mean there's more advanced stuff than what we've been doing for the past six weeks?" I...
"I didn't know things were that bad." I took a sip of my water and used my towel to soak up some of the sweat that was dripping off my body after our intense workout. "It's not. I'm probably making it sound worse than what it really is." Sometimes I was prone to exaggeration when I wasn't in a good mood. "We're just in a rut, that's all," I added. "And...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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 are...
INTRODUCTION In a near-filled church, Conrad and Lydia Fitzgerald held hands while watching their youngest daughter Bella at the altar in the process of being married to Fergus McDuff. The youngsters had met unromantically, being arrested for drunkenness. When they appeared in Court next morning they were let off by the Judge who probably remembered his ow...