PROLOUGE Time: 4,000 B.C. Place: Mount Olympus Did you know that Life has a twin sister? Well she does her name is Destiny, together they're the Fates, and they always demand their say. Sometimes they get a bit lazy. It may take thousands of years to get around to things, but in the end they always get their way. Even gods, and goddesses forget this som...
He heard the scream from 50 feet away but didn't see what happened. His three-year old son came running across the grass from the slide holding his eye and wailing like a Banshee. He stood up holding his six-month old daughter in anticipation as he screamed, "She kicked me in the eye!" pointing a little girl running up behind him. As the boy wrapped his arm...
Sorry for the delay but gathering up loose ends with the storyline. Hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment so I can see how well you like or dislike the storyline. I have added dates to the story this time to keep some continuity. Hope it helps. Lost But Not Forgotten: September 1, 2012 Akira Kusanagi stood behind her Master and took the ceremonial ma...
As usual I'd like to thank mikoe the baby for editing this story and for making it what it became. She pulls my cold dead fingers away from the comma key (on those oocasions when I actuallt type usually I just scribble down the word in crayon with no punctuation at all.) * * * * * * Most of us develop our personalities over time and due to a plethora...
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place after Season 2, Episode 15 of Supergirl. ***** Kara Danvers bit her lip as she knocked on the front door of her dear friend Lena Luthor's home. As she waited for a reply she again wondered why her fri...
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. It still feels like I'm floating in the Twilight Zone when I see that another person has read this. A huge thank you to Jen for not only the editing, but for the general hand holding. Good luck. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile. Thanks again, TNC *************** Th...
'He's a pig!' I complained to my friend, Susan, as we sipped our coffee at the local Costa. 'He's certainly not the man I married.' 'I think we've all seen what he can be like Kathryn; I don't know how you cope with him,' she replied. 'John was so different when we married Sue, but he's piled on a massive amount of weight and he drinks so much that I swear...
This is the first chapter in a planned four-part series. As always, I thank my editor Ravenna933, whose eye for detail, imagination, and insight into the female psyche made this story significantly stronger and more cohesive. ***** Of all the people and all the doorsteps in the world, the last person I expected to see drunk and heartbroken on mine one au...
"Thanks, Daddy!" my daughter Lizzie called out as she left the house. Both her mother and I had received the same message multiple times over the past few days after getting her a car for her seventeenth birthday. Not only was it a car, but it was new and sporty and would easily take her through college. For the past year, she had used either mine or her mo...
The idea is that teachers, nurses, bus drivers, cashiers— you name it, are all performers in some form or another. Some choose to play their role a bit more thoroughly than others but, usually, human beings tend to put on a smiling face no matter what is going on in their personal lives. Jaime and Layla's story is my attempt to highlight the depths to which...