Jaycee paced in front of the old bank building on the main street in Comfort. With its older builders, historical signs, and quiet streets, this place lived up to its name. But they had chosen it as the meeting place for this unusual pow-wow of characters for another reason - its location close to Grandfather's ranch. She looked at her watch. Eight-forty-e...
"Grandfather, did you want some of my orange?" The Major flickered his eyes open reluctantly, put off slightly by the chill of the room and the glare of the fireplace. A slight grunt slipped from between his withered lips. He glanced about to find the source of his nap's disturbance, his aged head bobbing on an aching neck. The whole room smelled of roasti...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06: Funeral Rights Click Here to listen to Section 1. (22 min/RealMedia) Click Here to listen to Section 2. (21 min/RealMedia) Click Here to listen to Section 3. (21 min/RealMedia) Click Here to listen to Section 4. (19 min/RealMedia) * * * * * Number 6 in the Paul & Jenny Series Part 1. The January sky was grey, heavy w...
Rubies are Red. Part 20. Paul It was past midnight before we finally managed to find a taxi to take us to our hotel. The airport was full of people. Some looked to be carrying all their worldly possessions with them. The pilot had informed us just before landing that reports were coming through of renewed fighting south of the capitol. I wish he had told...
Her hands hurt; of that much she was sure. She looked at her fingers, and the joints in her hands now came to her as the roots of a gnarled oak might - if pushing up through the dry grass of late summer. "Can this be me," she gulped, the sight tearing at her mastery of the moment. "These can't be my hands...can they?" Yet, when she moved her fingers she fe...
XXXIVHonourable ServiceTamara2096 A woman in her mid-thirties strode about the grounds of Zoe's estate. She was wearing a smart suit of the kind only ever worn by female business executives. There was a rhythmic clicking of her high heeled stilettos on the paved stones as she walked along the path. Tamara cautiously opened the front door to the house. It wo...
Rick went back to the house after Karen had left to check on his new house guests, he arrived to find that the other men had gone to sleep and the Commander was watching over Iza'ell. She was resting comfortably in his grandparents bed, if they were still alive today they would never believe that aliens were on their old farm. "Commander Dern'ala when the o...
On the ninth day of Hrive 'Isia The sharp pain of her hair being yanked and her head being tilted back brought Gilraen awake. She cried out and tried to jerk free. A pair of eyes, black as night, stared down at her and hair that looked thin and oily created a veil around her face. She pulled away, as the elf's breath threatened to force the contents from la...
Thanks to cannd for editing, I I hope she will put up with it for a while, she has rescued me from poor grammar and missing narrative more than I can be thankful for, so thanks. * "Diana, what do you mean he is your son, you never told anyone this?" spoke the man seated upon the raised dais. "Yes, Diana what do you mean a son?" I looked at the man who sp...
In Dreams By Denham Forrest (The Wanderer) My thanks go to the folks who have assisted me in preparing this story for posting. A few clarifications that might assist the uninitiated and/or those from foreign parts. Emmet: A Cornish (and West country) term for holidaymakers or seasonal visitors. Punter: A person who is (unwittingly) gambling on the...