I might have been awake an hour, watching Becky sleep. Her body twitched. She mumbled anxiously, while rain and wind rattled the windows. When dawn broke with a clap of thunder, she sat up in alarm - the sheet falling to her waist. "It's just thunder," I whispered, rubbing her back, feeling her tension subside under my palm. Resting her head on her knees...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. Seven weeks, three days and ... who knew how many hours. That's how long I had been on the road, this time. It was getti...
This story is a total fiction. It came from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no persons in this story that are under 18 years old with the only exception of the farmers 12 year old son that was not involved in any acts of a sexual or violent nature. ----...
All of the people and names included are also fictitious. None of these people existed either now or in 1863. ***** At an estate sale in 2012 I purchased a writing desk that I planned to restore. Locked in one of the drawers I found these personal letters. With some research I was able to identify some corroborating documents in the National Archives whic...
Speciation. How exactly does that occur? When does it occur? What would it mean for the world if it happened in humans? Once upon a time, the answers to that line of questioning would have meant very little to Clarence Brownstone. He's never been the scientific type, to be exact. A tall, slim African American fellow who seems quite bland when one first meets...
Lethem 6/90 *** Everything in this story is actually happened. Maybe not all at the same time or in the same exact sequence, and some stuff that happened on different trips gets conflated in my mind, but that's a consequence of time going by. It just keeps on doing that ya know. *** All of the inadequately described and yet quite enjoyable sexual activi...
Sorry about the mix-up before. I hope you like the story. * All the men in the village met in the elder's house. He was an older man, his hair graying at the temples. He walked with a cane and was partially blind. He was not a bad man, but he had a iron will and would follow the traditions of the village at any cost. This evening, the cost could very well...
I was driving across the state of Ohio for a work event. I had driven most of the day and into the night. I was close to my destination and my gps instructed me to take the next exit off the freeway. The exit was literally in the middle of no where an old diner truck stop was the only building in the middle of corn fields for miles. As luck would have it I n...
When Sam came in that evening, Abby left him and Mr. Brasher to talk, and moved to a position by the bar, which by now the regulars were coming to know as her place. She had not been there long when a tall lugubrious man who she had seen before but apart from nodding had no conversation, approached her. He didn't seem too pleased with her. "Miss Tregonney,...
Turron made his way through the humans' village with a poorly concealed sneer. Nakko, his security, trailed behind him, laughing at the chickens wandering the worn path. Both had strapped massive battleaxes across their backs in a show of peace. Without weapons in their hands they were, in their culture, technically unarmed. "Chickens?" the smaller minotaur...