I took the call a little after midnight, and yes, it was a dark and stormy night, but I guess in my line of work they usually are -- in one way or another. Dispatch called just as I ran across an ex-wife in a bad dream, but the sleepy voice on the other end of the line had no way of knowing that, and even if she had, there wasn't a damn thing either of us co...
(Author's Note: I would like to thank several of my fans for suggesting some of the scenes in this story. And to Allan, who provided the inspiration for it.) Some people may find it quite strange that Jenny followed her lover from the relatively placid town of Finchley to the frenetic environment of New York City, but she did just that. She had barely de...
(c) 2012 Padma Bear No part of this story may be reproduced in any form, including electronic media, without the written permission of the author. "Mary has the best of both worlds -- a brilliant research career and a vital relationship with her adoring husband Hugh. But when she tags along on one of his business trips, he stands her up one too many tim...
Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...
Author's Note: No Strings Attached is the second collaboration by MsCherylTerra and Bebop3. We hope you enjoy the story! Bebop3's stories can be found here. No Strings Attached Alex I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. B...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While this story stands on it's own it compliments events presented in Be Careful Of What You Wish For. If you have the opportunity, read BCOWYWF first. He always loved late autumn afternoons when the sun shown through the trees at a low angle and painted the grounds in warm yellow light. The manicured lawns, framed by the tree overhangs were...
Author's Foreword: This submission is a re-telling of my 'More Legacy of Number: 10 Part Series ' (Which was itself a continuation of my 'The Legacy of Number 7 and Number 1.' ) Note further that in the original, I only mentioned Jere as being divorced. In the follow up submitted, as requested by several readers, I give the details of his painful divorce.)...
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely unintentional. Part of the Wine & Old Lace event, with a few literals corrected. PROLOGUE WE walked slowly, almost reluctantly from the warm and stifling waiting room across to Platform 7, to where the puffing engine had just dragged its train of c...
All characters in this story are fictitious and bear no relationship to any person, living or deceased. The setting for the story is based on historical events but no event reported in the story is based on any specific historical occurrence. The activities described in this story are not necessarily either recommended or condoned by the author. With these c...
My name is Mark Thompson and I was born and raised in a small town a few miles southeast of Houston, Texas. My parents, Michael and Kerrie Thompson, were both professionals that commuted back and forth into Houston every day. They were both attorneys, but my father however, was a federal judge. My mother had no political ambitions therefore; she chose to be...