It didn't matter that there was no hot water, that the toilet was outdoors, or that there was no electricity for lights: it was four walls, with reasonably soft mattresses, gas for cooking food with, and a fireplace. And after a hike like we had just finished, it was all I could do not to fall to my knees and worship the blessed protection from the rain the...
Pierre gently laid her onto the bedroll, carefully tearing at her garments to find the wound. He removed her tattered dress, leaving only the petticoats. He chided himself for looking at her breasts. He was attending to her life, not sating his desire! He gently turned her on her side, looking at her lower back. The bullet had gone clean through, and he offe...
She watched as the orange arms breached her bedroom window. The reality of her situation hadn't registered in her numb mind and as a dark smoke plume gathered up and drifted into the night sky, she wondered if the wood of her bedframe smelled nice while it was consumed by the fire. Actually, it wouldn't be just her bedframe. As she thought about it, she rea...
Shortly after beginning the first day of the trip, Amy reflected back on the brochure that she and Mark had read during the winter. She was looking forward to what was to come. She watched Mark as his athletic frame navigated the way along the narrow trail. The breeze kept her cool from the warm morning sun. She strolled along behind Mark as her thoughts ran...
I’ve always considered firemen to be a special breed of people. There is something so heroic and sexy about a man that is willing to go into burning buildings to rescue another person. The newspaper I work for had asked me to write a cover story on firemen and their lives. I had a feeling this was going to be fun. The first day I showed up, I met all the gu...
The fire rose into the night, twisting and turning. It threw embers to the sky, its heat and light drawing the crowd like human moths to a giant candle. And like the fire, those people too, twisted and turned their bodies in constant motion, dancing to a driving rhythm that was more than the music blaring from speakers. It was the rhythm of the fire, old as...
Sep 15, 1950 The Deep South. Only fire will cleanse this evil from this house! It festers in every nook and cranny! The old black woman looked like evil that had taken a poor misshapen form. Her skin looked burned with some of the flesh fallen away. A fire sprang out of nowhere and roared all around her. It ran up the walls and along the ceiling burning and...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
**I'm giving something a try, readers. I can tell you that I'm a woman, but I wanted to try my hand at writing a story from the man's point of view. I always welcome feedback and comments. Men, please let me know how I did on this one from a man's point of view** * For those of you who are in the emergency services, you'll have to excuse my wife. She's not...
Hmm let me see... We'd both looked sideways at each other when we'd seen the weather forecast. "rain all day with possible thunderstorms" it was hot and sunny for the third day in a row, perfect to go for a walk and take some photos. Wandering in the bush later that afternoon we did notice a drop in temperature but only enough so we started back to the c...