This opens three months after the wedding. If you haven't read the earlier parts, this won't make any sense, so you should do that now. Go ahead, we'll wait. Votes and comments (especially comments) welcome. Signed comments acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7 * The sun was bright and warm; the wind, brisk and chilly. The hills surrounding the small city were bright w...
Alright readers, I've had this story stuck in my head for a while now, but it's kind of a historical piece and I fear it was a little out of my grasp. I tried to aim the time frame around the 1500s-1600s, but really I was focused more on the romantic aspect and not the historically accurate details. The one thing I did research was the female attire. In case...
Some time ago I submitted a story with the title DEMONS TO SLAY. Many of the comments posted criticized the fact that the story had an unsatisfactory ending. This story is a version of the original that has a much happier ending. This is a fictional story. Any resemblance to persons living or dead and institutions is coincidence. DEMONS SLAIN CHAPTER ONE...
Copyright © 2015 Naoko Smith This is a re-edited version of Chapter 1. (I added to the chapter, and also cut it in half and put half after Chapter 2.) Thank you so much for the feedback, which I'm working hard to take on board. Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) Lady Arianna el Jien van Sietter opened her round blue eyes and stared dream...
Entering the executive suite arm-in-arm, my wife and I are greeted by the CEO of the largest company in our community. A community that is a bit different than most pretend to be. But are they really? "Good Morning. I see you've brought me your lovely wife again. I hope we'll enjoy each other as much as we did last time." "I'm sure you will. She's been wai...
Author's note: You may want to check back up to the previous chapter. Sean has been up a while when this chapter begins. Chapter 6 Sheila: I woke with a start—Sean was not there. How quickly we adjust to new situations. Sleeping with Sean was one of my favorite things, though building sand castles had to rank high on the list. From a technical difficulty...
Laura's Story: I stand in front of my mirror, staring wonderingly at me. I am as I've always been, if the image is to be believed. I'm still 5'5" tall; I have the same shoulder-length brunette hair, and green eyes. My complexion is still creamy smooth, though I'll be thirty years old this Fall. Those faint little freckles are still there across the bridge o...
Epona stood on tiptoes to see out of the porthole. She was on her second month at sea and she was beyond stir crazy. She fidgeted with chestnut hair and chewing on a pail rose lip. Her tiny cell on the ship was not technically a prison, but it was closing in on her like one. It was four plain plank walls with a high port in the left hand corner was a cot on...
My previous reconciliation story, A Beautiful View, met with some criticism suggesting that the ex-wife had done nothing to earn her way back into our hero's life. Basically, it was driven by his love for her and desire for them to be together again. This was fair criticism. This time I tried to address that a little bit. So yes, this is a reconciliation s...
IN THIS– CROSS-OVER Western arching 120 years, be prepared for a little humor and even satire, sex, romance and obnoxious attitudes. The setting is Clyde, a city of 27,600 servicing a hinterland of small productive farm units on the grassy and water restricted plains and large ranches rising into mountainous slopes. In pioneering days the Jefferson family ar...