A Halloween/Samhain Tale: Where winds howl, spirits walk, the old ways are revered, heritage is realized, love transcends time, and pumpkin pie never tasted so absolutely sinful! Special thanks to the three people who helped this story become the best it could be. Litfan10, whose wonderful critiquing and kind editing advice were invaluable in making my stor...
Chapter 1 You've got to take the good with the bad copyright @ calibeachgirl all rights reserved, 2011 ...although this is listed in 'loving wives', i really feel that it is a romantic story of the love one man has for the three different women in his life... ...that being said, there is no explicit sexual activity and more of a psychological journey of...
"That bitch wrote me up." I was sitting in the breakroom when Steve my coworker dropped down in front of me, exasperated. It wasn't like I didn't know the reason why as soon as I looked at his face. "Please, I'm on break." I didn't want to go there. "I was too minutes, fucking late and that little bitch wrote me the fuck up; she was waiting by the time clo...
**************************** Chapter 8 **************************** The reality of freedom did not set in for a long time. Not when she was escorted to the local police station and interviewed alongside an FBI agent. Not when she checked into a local hotel and had a hot shower. Not when she sat on the bed and watched BBC with the running headline: "MER...
Author's Note: There is no sex in this story. If that's what you're looking for, read one of my other stories. A special thanks to blackrandl1958 for organizing this event, and for editing this story. You're a doll. Thank you, also, to my other editor and friend, Pixel the Cat and all my fantastic betas: Laura Lun, BarryJames1952, Spyauth, sbrooks103x, a...
Chapter 5 Opportunity Knocks I found Catherine's address easily with the 'nav' unit and saw that it was a twelve unit apartment building: three floors of four units each. She was standing out front waiting for me as I drove up. "Drive around to the parking lot, Terry. I'll get my clubs out of the car and put them in yours." I followed her instructions and...
In the morning after breakfast, Travis and Lisa broke camp and pushed their canoe off the pebbly beach. Lisa sat in the stern. Minutes later they arrived at the portage to tiny Jenny Lake. The portage trail was flat, short and easy. Travis had no difficulty. Minutes after pushing off on Jenny, they arrived at the portage to tinier Annie Lake. Once again, the...
Author's note: It's been a while since I've really been active on here. I apologize for that; I've just been having a hard time completing some of my writings. But, I still have a lot of stories planned and I'm working on the second chapter of Princess of the Monsters, little by little. Now for this story, I want to make it as clear as possible there is no s...
Will's head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. He was cold. He was naked. He was stiff and sore. He was in a bathtub. Uncoiling himself was a process. He caught a whiff of himself and recoiled. What had happened? "Oh. Right," he croaked as memories came flooding back to him. He reached over and started working the pump. In sputtering bursts seawat...
This is my late submission for Black Rand's "Wine and Old Lace" event. This is a work of fiction which is loosely based on the stories of people who lived through the war. It is not a criticism of American forces, Germans who live near British bases tell similar stories about the British troops stationed there. So here it is, I hope you like it. Feel free t...