Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel 86. Fun and Games. Fred and Sharon entered the bedroom finding the fou...
On the last week of March, 2004, while vacationing in Paris, I had by chance spent most of a rainy afternoon in my late aunt's attic. I was there to help in settling her estate and while perusing a series of bound letters found in a musty trunk, I came across . . . well read on and see for yourself. P. Fogg ~ A Memoir ~ As I read this document I came to...
Chapter I "Well at least it's better than that place in Innsbruck," Grace said matter-of-factly as she peered into one of the bare cupboards. "That place was absolutely awful." Sandy sniffed the stuffy room as the cupboard swung open and was grateful when Grace closed it again; it was musty and stunk. "Yeah, OK, we had to share a bed, but that wasn't too b...
Foreword: Wow, we're on Book 5 already! Yeah, I've had this story floating around in my head for years, ever since I ran a Carrier in Starfleet Battles and played as the SFMC in the old Star Trek RPG from FASA, including the Starfleet Marines module. What can I say? I'm a 'Trek Geek from way back. lol Jason and Delaara MacKenzie are very loosely based on...
(Dear Reader's, I first published Daughter of Frigg in 2013. It was my first story, now 6 years later I have reimagined and rewritten the whole story. The main character are the same. Many of the experiences will be simular but Megan and Owens marrital adventures will be far more... exciting... than before! I hope you enjoy the story. -Pinkender) The Daught...
Chapter 1 The setting sun painted the surrounding hilltops a washed-out orange as the echo of three sudden gunshots penetrated the gloom to the valley floor. Standing outside of the farmhouse, freckle-faced and buxom Flossie (Florence) MacFie, conspicuous with masses of fading red-hair, made four unsuccessful sweeps through binoculars of the rugged foothi...
Author's note: I have chosen to leave this as one long story rather than submit it in parts that I sometimes find distracting. My hope is that some might turn the "pages" only as far as they find satisfying while others might prefer to follow it to the end. It's how I like to read them here. * My wife, Judy, and I have been engaging lately in exposing her...
"H...Hello," said Sarah with a tremble, "I didn't hear you come in." "No well you wouldn't have done would you, being asleep. Huh some bloody babysitter you are, I could have been anybody." It was Elisabeth! Sarah, although half asleep, knew that however much of a shit Bruce Young was, no way was she going to take smartarse comments from his sister-in-law...
... Chapter One: Signs As the houses and barns became more and more spread out along the countryside, the road beneath me got rougher. I began to relax as I distanced myself from the debacle that was this last weekend, and let my foot lean on the accelerator a little harder. Road narrows. That sign was accurate, as the shoulders of the two lane highway gr...
Prologue. From Out of the Past. The waiter showed me to my table in the hotel dining room. I ordered a glass of wine and then scanned the menu. As I made my decision about what to order the wine arrived. I sat back casually surveying my fellow diners, weighing up the possibilities. They were mostly elderly couples bent on spending their retirement money bef...