As always, thanks to all those who vote, comment (I love those comments), and send emails with encouragements and critiques. Keep them coming, good or bad, I love hearing from you! This is my first foray into the world of ghost stories/horror and I rather liked the way it came out. If the response is encouraging, then I will continue with Part 2 and Part 3....
I always think of her when the sun sets. We'd been on the beach all day, I'd been watching her play and enjoying the heat of the summer as the tide slowly crept towards us. Eighteen years old and still making sandcastles like a child, it was just one of the endearing things about Olivia. Behind me the beach huts crawled slowly back up the sand towards the pi...
Events in childhood shape our destiny. What happens in those formative years may so affect our lives that what follows is as inevitable as if we were a leaf that, once it has fallen into a stream, is carried helplessly away to its ultimate destiny. Edwin Stearns always knew, down to the day and hour, when a key event in his life occurred: a warm afternoon i...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...
Something just a tad bit different. Depending on the response, I may follow up with other stories similar to this. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please remember this is a work of fiction - a flight of fancy, if you will. For those who like to poke holes or be overly critical, that means it's not real. So sit back and...
Ch. IX: Meeting Nancy On Tuesday, Susan left school and stepped into her car to go to her appointment with Nancy Jefferson. Nancy's words 'Don't do anything crazy' rang through her head. Susan thought to herself, "I wonder what her definition of crazy is? I didn't go off on Dave or anything like that, in fact I didn't even talk to him." On Sunday he dropped...
This story is based on real people; I've taken some literary license with the characters and events. Sorry, there are no graphic sex scenes in this story. Constructive critiques and comments are hoped for and more than welcome. If you like or even dislike this story please comment or send me an email. Your comments, emails, and votes/ratings will help me to...
[ANGELICA] Angelica Wilson-Smythe watched the setting sun stain the clouds with vivid streaks of pink and orange. Even through her amber goggles, she had to narrow her grey eyes against the glare. Her blonde hair became burnished copper, matching the decking and tubes snaking through the vast zeppelin BRS Valiant. She closed her eyes and wished, not for th...
Chesterford 1905 Jack stood looking out the window of the study. It was too early to be drinking but he took a quick shot of Scotch anyway. He had just punched his best friend in the face and his friend had stormed out. All he wanted to do was talk to Michael and find out what was the matter between him and wife, Caroline. Instead he had made it worse. So m...
"I don't know," was all I could say even though my body was whispering touch me and my mind was screaming kiss me. "I don't know," I repeated. "Me either. I know what I want but it's not about that," he said walking closer yet remaining outside touching distance. "I know what I need," he said walking even closer with the look of a hungry leopard, licking...