Father, Tjen and I sat in the smoking room. Father had gotten the good port out – as good as could be found these days – and Tjen was sniffing the amber liquid curiously. Father tugged on his mustache with one finger, his other hand resting against his knee to keep it from shaking from his persisting nerve damage. "Foretelling the future is not as impossib...
SHE KNEW RIGHT FROM WRONG STEVE I am Steven Albright. I am 28 years old. I am married with a two-month old son. I love climbing trees. I have always loved climbing trees. As a child I broke each arm falling out of trees, but that didn't stop me. I climb trees to celebrate. I climb trees to cry. I climb trees to plan. I climb trees just to feel the wind aga...
Hi Folks. For those of you who didn't like the ending of last week's story, I'm sorry. But you have to remember that these are only stories. You may not like the way they end, but they are fiction. No real people ever die in them. Anyway if you didn't like the way last week's story ended you probably won't like this one either. I also made a terrible word ch...
BACKGROUND Surrounded on each side by a scattered array of notes to herself, fact sheets and statements, 32 year old Andrea Bell leaned back on her weathered sofa and exhaustedly combed her hands through her short, curly brown hair. "How in the Hell am I ever going to make this work?" the budding assistant district attorney sighed, wondering aloud how the...
I believe I've found my niche. Westerns, set in history or in modern times, and/or detective stories are what I like to write best. I may try my hand at a romance or two in the future but I'm comfortable with my little play area. I hope you enjoy this story of the exciting times following the Civil War. My usual statement follows. Constructive comments,...
Authors note: Hello everyone. I am grateful to David who is back onboard proofreading for me again, thank you my friend. I hope you continue to enjoy this series. ~ellie. ***** Noah walked into the neurology department and took yet another deep calming breath. Marcella was going to be okay, Helena was with her, and Vivienne and Gideon were making her see...
As I look into his leering, aged, wrinkled mirror of my own face He laughs, and sneers, and says "Of course, dear Son, Where do you think you came from in the first place?" -Harry Chapin, "The Mayor of Candor Lied" It was the Brockways who gave Bill his first sweet taste of Christmas, and it came not a moment too soon. He would not know their name until...
Chapter Four A new union and life without Esther Catherine was already at the house by eight in the morning, bags in hand. I had stayed up most of the night over packing or should I say putting everything I owned into one HUGE suitcase. "And they say women over pack. Do you have everything you own in that bag?" "Everything except my mustang and I figure w...
I'm on a new mission. My assignment was to go undercover, get information, and take down this mob called the Devil Rays. According to the case file, they reside in New York City. They're not like any of the mobs in The Godfather movies or The Sopranos. They're not Italian-American, they don't have a lot of men, not everyone's related in this mob, they don't...
I would like to thank everyone for reading my stories, it still kind of astounds me that anyone is half interested in my ideas. I will say one thing, a common issue with my previous story is that I was a little nervous about posting my story on a site that was a little centered on sex. While I had eventually planned on having the characters have sex I ended...