[I want to thank my Editor HeyAll for taking his time and making this chapter as presentable as he possibly could. Once again I want to thank my readers, I love you all. And I want to say I'm sorry about the way my first chapter seemed to do; few people that read it expressed inconsistent story but that was all planed. I know it's kind of full of plot holes...
It was roughly a 6hr flight from Boston to San Diego, and I had thought that I would sleep most of the way. At least that had been my plan on the red eye, but as it were my mind wouldn't let me. I was looking for a new start. My mind was always wandering in Boston. I was distracted constantly with the thoughts of her. No sooner had I sat in my first class se...
[A special thank you to HeyAll who helped me edit this wall of text. Another Thanks is to all the comments people were leaving. They help me immensely. Thank you all.] * A cape could be seen leaving the area by the time reality smacked me over my face. Snakey left the ceremony with his entourage while Anna was holding my hand, she tried to fend off my unit...
A remote village seething with sexual goings on Saturday Not another misty grey spring morning Kelly Brook thought, throwing back the bedroom curtains of her parents pretty, rented cottage in the New Forest. On the edge of a highly sought after, by townies, village with good commuting by road or rail, a manor, one convenience store, a post office owned by...
It's an ongoing rule in humans, once someone loses all family members, they can search for another parent household that can take care of them, provided they contribute to the family instead of just leeching off it. These are called formally Branches. Guided by main house or Tree. Everything that the main house says is set in motion by its members. Of course...
For the good old USA, the winter of 1968 was a placid time relative to the violence and turmoil that was to come in the ensuing months. In April came the assassination of Martin Luther King, followed by urban riots. In June, an assassin's bullet felled Robert Kennedy; and in August, police beat up demonstrators outside the Democratic National Convention in C...
The litany of romantic horror continues... 18. Ms. Stuck-Up Bitch - I've had first dates where the woman was rude or snide or otherwise disagreeable, but never to the extent that this woman demonstrated. If she had anything nice or pleasant to say during our brief coffee date than I must have blinked and missed hearing it. She made especially rude comments...
CHAPTER 18: THE PRINCE OF SCEADU The moment her eyes open, she knows she has slept too long. The faint sounds of a fight drift up through the floor boards. Furious at herself for falling asleep and not confronting Rick, she scrambles to get up and dressed. Grabbing the gloves Rick got her, she slips them into her pocket. She forces herself to slow down befo...
Prologue ---------------------------------------------- The bright silver station shuttle descended through the billowy white clouds over the city on a direct course for landing bay 145 of Bennar Spaceport. A Cynar 5000i class, it had the smooth lines and surface of a yacht, a chrome finish broken only by a few necessary vents and a multitude of large refle...
[I want to say few things now that I've released what I have written and edited. Many of you find the need to send threats to me just because I wrote a character that is a bit emotional, as a matter of fact the main character is largely based on my own emotions. Another thing I found pretty funny is how every email I receive was either telling me how bad I a...