as always a big thanks to my editor and to you the reader. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Twelve: Melissa's Diary I followed mothers path for a few days there was no sign of Alexander or the others I had no idea where the path would take me I was having a different vision each day as if someone wanted me to follow this path. On the third day I stopped for rest at t...
After the service, Mrs. Jones told her family she would meet them at home. She walked back into the church and turned towards the confessional. She paused for a moment and then stepped in. "Forgive me father for I have sinned." "Mrs. Jones, is that you? How long has it been since your last confession, my child?" "Two days, father." "Two days? What brings...
Father Brown had nothing like the famous Chestertonian character. He was quite young yet, he was not an Englishman, and his face absolutely did not remind the Norfolk dumplings. If it remembered something, it was the wind and the sea of the Aran Islands. A place the priest-detective would have found uncomfortable, but he was nostalgic about it. Especially si...
The Truth after Seven Years -- Pt 1 As I sit before my computer, trying to think of how I can tell my story, I know full well that no one will believe one word of it. I know I didn't accept it either when I first learned about what had happened to my father. Yet, the more I have pondered his story, the more I am convinced that it must be true. Still, I have...
I thought it was really weird when I received the random text from my step mother, even though I had known her for most of my adult life as my father's new wife we had never really been close. Hell, for that matter I had never really been close to my father either, he was always pulling long hours at the office when I was young, so he was never around. Nowad...
"These pork chops are too dry again!" came Father O'Connor's grizzled old baritone voice from the dining room of the rectory. "Why do you always overcook the meat? What's wrong with you? Did your mother never teach you how to cook a decent dinner?" Joan rolled her eyes. If the seventy-three year old priest did not appreciate her culinary efforts, then why d...
Jean's dried up juices on his face, her scent he smelled with every breath he took, Miguel headed back to school. Their last lovemaking session had been a one sided affair; he had licked, kissed, sucked, and fingered Jean to orgasm. She didn't ask him afterwards if he came or even encouraged him to masturbate, but instead thanked him for the big O and commen...
We agreed that I would leave as soon as possible. Father insisted that I leave first thing in the morning. That night I hardly slept. I was so excited, but I was also a little sad as I had to leave flash behind. When I got up in the morning I gave her a cuddle. I dressed in the clothes that father hated, but unfortunately they were necessary as girls my age...
Chapter 1, Writer's Block Father Charles Dodson, the handsome young pastor of St Joseph's Catholic church, was sitting at the small writing desk in his upstairs bedroom, trying to work on his Sunday sermon, but he just sat quietly staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He picked up a sharpened number two pencil and at the top of the paper wrot...
It was 5.40 pm on Friday and, as agreed, Peter Redman arrived at church to meet Father Ambrose. Peter believed it was to receive marriage guidance from Father Ambrose, but the evil Father had other ideas. Degenerate ideas which involved Peter helplessly watching his wife get fucked by the Holy man's giant cock. When Peter arrived, the church was empty. He...