Thank you to Zoe for the inspiration for this story. Thank you to Robert (as always) for your helpful comments. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,...
When the sun finally levitated enough to clear the windows at the entry and do that stabby thing to my eyeballs, I managed to rouse myself. Perhaps somewhere along the trip extreme hunger flipped some chromosomal switches and I'd converted entirely to solar power. That would mean minimum power until I could open my eyes. Minimum power it is. I squirmed like...
That day when Erica returned to her husband having completed her visit with her sister, Vivian took stock of her and her own situation. She naturally wished the best for her sister, and fervently hoped that her marriage could be repaired. Matt English was certainly a great guy and seemed like the makings of a good husband for Erica. Vivian knew that Erica lo...
David stepped in front of Leslie to protect her from the intruders in her house. "Anthony?" David said to the large black man, puzzled by his and the blonde woman's appearance in Leslie's doorway. "Why are you here?" "We're here, "the blonde woman spoke as she stared hatefully at David, "to get a little payback for what you did to Miranda." "For what I did...
Author's Note: Story requested by KC55. Please check the tags before reading, or read the first one. ***** "You have got to show us," Piper enthused when they stepped off the bus. The school gate loomed overhead, decrepit after so many years without a caretaker, sporting two ivy covered walls. Beyond it, the main building wasn't in much better condition. P...
Cheryl Thomson arrived at Sherman High School in Potoxy, GA to begin her new teaching job. She was very excited to get this opportunity. While her husband Rob earned enough money so that she didn't need to work, she had gone back to school to get a masters degree in education and wanted to use it now that she finally finished the program. Rob was a trader an...
I was in a mood. But that's every girl's right, isn't it? I remember what my mother used to say: she's in one of her moods again. It meant I'd done something bad, which was all too easy back then. But this wasn't like that at all -- this was a good mood, sort of. Restless and irresponsible, with no good cause. A just-let-out-for summer sort of feeling. By r...
"Ah well, time to get dressed!" Della giggled, looking at her staff with fondness. She tapped the fuzzy blue pom puff of the staff, which was once her lover's curly head of cyan hair. Once she did so, the staff was enveloped in a cloud of smoke, leaving it as nothing more than an earring. Della looked down at the funny piece of jewelry with amusement, taki...
I had told Jiao that even if the Chinese, or the traitor that sold out the location of the safe house, found our hidden valley, it would take at least two, or probably three weeks. It actually took 13 days. We had just finished breakfast one morning when Jiao suddenly jumped up. Her face turned white as snow, and she blurted out, "They're here!" I didn't...
I couldn't leave her. This is the first time I've ever recommended reading the preceding parts. You'll get the jokes and references. Perfume. The perfect amount. My nose was nuzzled beneath Kim's earlobe, and I sniffed, taking it in. My Christmas present to her. "Opium." Intoxicating. I hugged her tighter, and sniffed loudly. "Oh, my God, Kim! You're so.....