Lori had been raised Catholic, went to parochial grade school, public high school. After she married and had a child, she began to tell people she was a "recovering Catholic", for she still remembered the Sisters whacking the kids, the boys mostly, with wooden rulers; she remembered watching a nun force one of her schoolmates to keep his hands still inside...
I felt her blood on my face, and saw the hole neatly drilled in the very centre of her forehead, a minute fraction of a second before I heard the sound of the suppressed gunshot. She crumpled into my arms and I knew that I was going to be unable to do anything about it, again. I knew who was doing this to me and why, but it didn't make it any easier for me....
That night, at the stroke of midnight I heard my mother awaken. The floors of our house creaked, alerting me to her movement. I crept from my bed to the sight of her in a white bathrobe, approaching Jahil as he slept. I watched as, to my horror, she dropped the robe her body on full display. Elena took his hand caressing it down her chest, from her collar bo...
I work as a social worker at the asylum for mentally disturbed persons. Many of the people there are eccentric and unpredictable. There was one old woman, who has been here for over a decade. She was always very quiet and rarely spoke to anyone. Nobody knew why she stayed as most of us thought she was quite normal. I learnt that she was admitted for mental d...
(This part of the story does not contain any sex. If you are waiting for sex, wait till the third part comes out. This is a story of a strong career-oriented woman, who gives up everything, including her sense of responsibility to her husband, her duty towards her family and the security of her future to promote her own career. When she sees her mistake, s...
The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path,...
Dear Readers, Thank you all for your patience with me. I apologize for the long delay with this story. My laptop died. Of course I hadn't remembered to back anything up. Of course they sent the wrong part and I had to wait even longer for the correct one. Life is a pain in the ass and I am learning to back stuff up!! I can be taught!!! I hope you like the...
*** No one responded so Leif rang the doorbell several more times. "They are pretending not to be home. Funny how that works for them on the other side of the door, but they get mad when they do that church shit and people won't answer their own doors. Let's go home," said Lynne. "No, they need to hear this," said Leif. He knocked on the door hard, and...
Author's forward: I am not and probably will never be a professional writer. I have however had a great time, trying to tell a tale creatively that I have not had an opportunity to do since Freshman College Creative Writing class, over 38 years ago. Yes I'm sure I need an editor. After self-editing this story well over a half-dozen times, declaring it ready...
Authors Note: I would like to thank everyone who has voted and sent me e-mail. I know I have no posted regularly to this story, but I think two stories so close will make up for it a bit. I will try to have the next chapter out as soon as possible. A HUGE thanks to my Editor, who made it possible for me to continue this story. Lady T * The sun was hot as...