It was a long time before I had my turn. Summer was over. The next session was cancelled due to bad weather, and then the next. We had switched from email to texting as a means of communication, replying to the latest cancellation, I replied; "What happens in winter? Does it always have to be outdoors?" Adrian replied by calling me back. He said that he ha...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. Beginning with Chapter 5 our collaboration had move from me writing the story based on plot points and ideas into a full writing...
More of a flash story as deadlines and commitments persist thus limiting my keyboard time. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Marty Robbins: "Love can't be explained, can't be controlled. One day it's warm, next day it's cold." = = = = Growing up I was th...
Pam stood there and watched the other Spirit Kitsunes vanish except for Red. He took a brief look around and then waved a hand and the two of them were surrounded by a glowing red orb. She almost touched it but decided not to. There were too many things that needed to be accomplished before she could collapse. If she touched the shield she had a feeling it w...
Talia Stillwater's POV Fort Worth, Texas I adjusted the deep purple dress I was wearing, pulling the deep neckline down a little farther as I stared at the cards on the table. The private game had been going on for six hours, and it was now almost two in the morning. My five-thousand-dollar buy-in to the twenty-person game meant that my stack of chips was...
Many special thanks to Sexy_Curves for helping me write this story! Andrea closed her eyes, starting to pass out when the bright lights filled the car as Julie pulled to the side of the road, and slowed down. She slowly sat up in her seat, putting her seatbelt on as Julie's sister pulled her short red dress down her legs a little further. The girls were q...
(Brazil, 1943) I really hate getting shot at. Just because bullets won't kill me is no reason for me to go hunting situations like I was in right now. Bullets hurt when they hit me, for crying out loud. I was so upset by the whole mess that I could have cheerfully fired back at all three of the groups who seemed to think they were participating in "Wild Wes...
beauty and I boarded the Amtrak City of New Orleans in Memphis at 7:50am heading to the Crescent City for three days of food, fun, music and debauchery. The occasion is the annual Black Tailor Ball, which is not a ball at all, well, not that kind of ball. Once on board, we got settled in our sleeper. Normally, you wouldn't necessarily pay for a sleeper car...
(editor's note - thank you all for being so very patient. it's been crazy busy for me. here it is, for those of you that are team Jesse, this will be a good chapter) * The next few days passed slowly for Laura. She spent the majority of the day lounging by the pool or on the beach, and her evenings were spent with David. She had only slept in her bed once...
PROLOG In the Scottish highlands, a lone wolf hid. The cold winter was harsh, and food sparse. She was afraid. She feared many things, but right now she had to do something. She was afraid of hunters, men that killed for sport. She was afraid of starving, for she had not eaten in days. Years before the men came, the forest was alive and free, but over time,...