When the alarm buzzed Little One was in the middle of a dream with her face mashed into the pillow. She tried to retain the dream in her mind as she crawled across Daddy's side of the bed and slapped the clock, but the dream quickly faded away and all she could remember was her face pressed against Daddy's chest. Daddy was already up. Little One could smell...
A NOTE TO OUR READERS: Thank you for your kindnesses toward our story. It has been a challenge to relive this. It may take a while to get all of this written out but we will. Drop me an email if you have questions. Several of you have and your encouragement is just that. Thank you all. WE CONTINUE... I woke up at 5:30 and ran five miles and came in to tak...
The following is a complete work of fiction inspired by Roman history, with a strong fantasy aspect for the use of artistic license. For those who wrote to me about this series regarding its lack of overly explicit sexual content, I will state for your peace of mind that it is NOT a stroke story. If that interests you, you'd be better off reading something e...
Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) ***** Vadya walked into the castle courtyard, kicking a stone along the cobbles as he went. He had been down to First H'las' camp to lunch. The officers had annoyed him by talking constantly about Captain-Lord el Maien and how brilliant a military brain "he" was and how Vadya would miss "him" if his fat...
Progress through the dark tunnels of Pinroot was slower after their break, largely because of an increased danger. More than once, Garthur called a halt to progress, only to send Alan forth to evaluate the corridor before them. In this section, far from any of the known exits to the surface, danger was a constant companion. There was no completely safe route...
copyright 2011, by PostScriptor all rights reserved This is the first time that I have put one of my stories into a Lit. contest.. I really have to thank RachLou for her exquisite editing — she made it much a tighter, better story. (If you haven't read her stories, you ought to!) An inveterate rewriter, if new errors have crept in, rest assured, they are a...
Jill wiggled to a more comfortable position on the bed, punching up the pillow tucked under chest to keep her propped over the keyboard in front of her. This was a good group, and she didn't want to misskey and make her warrior character do something stupid. Jim's character, Ardreno, was taking a few hits before Grundo, the troll that was main tank managed t...
Chapter 15: A New Land )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The regiment rode down the center of the road, through the middle of the North Gate Outpost, past the small cluster of Ramaldi huts and the few survivors of the Khan's savage justice. A small group of women and children watched as they rode past. Aylanna stared back, taking in the thin bony faces, ragged clothing...
Demon Child: Chapter 12 Ramaldi Gold )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> At first light the warriors led their horses up the steep winding path and made their way further west following the highlands looking out over the sea. It was slow going through the twisted forest and they did not find another way down the tall cliffs. Each day Aylanna rode at the back of the colum...
Missy is hard up. She's out of gas and stuck in this Podunk town of Arizona. She's sitting on her car hood, the August sun beating down on her, and all the while, the payphone next to her is mocking her. Out of gas. Out of money. Out of people to turn to. She'll be damned if she's going to call her parents. She could hear the conversation now: "But your d...