Denise Hallowell was brushing her long brunette hair in the front hallway mirror. Her friend Jessie was chastising her as they looked at each other in the reflective glass. "Denise, you are such a bitch!" Jess Crawford, Denise's best friend, shook her head disapprovingly. "You know your dad's still hurting. Why do you say things like that?" "It wasn't so b...
Pulling up to the nondescript stoplight, Mathew lets out a frustrated groan inside of his old, crummy sedan. The ancient brakes squeak, forming an interesting duo, along with the driver's groan. The LED array becomes warped in the grubby windshield, raindrops beginning to fall on this cold and damp November evening. The windshield wipers crudely wipe away th...
They retired to the dining room where David showed Sue to a seat before moving through to the kitchen. Moving efficiently around the room he brewed another steaming pot of coffee before placing it on a tray together with cream and sugar and returning to the dining room. Sue rose from her chair as he placed the tray on the table. "Please, allow me!" she said...
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The car rolled slowly along the quiet streets. When you’re looking for fun you shouldn’t go too fast, in case you overlook something. Pete was holding the steering wheel casually with one hand, his left arm dangling out the open window, a cigarette between his fingers. Tapping in tune with the music that blasted at full volume from the loudspeakers. Nice ev...
Author's Note: NO SEX! The crucial events in this story take place in Wichita, Kansas around 1950. Place and street names are generally accurate with some small amount of poetic license. To set the mood, the big songs that year were: Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, by Gene Autry White Christmas, by Bing Crosby Music! Music! Music! by Teresa Brewer The...
CHAPTER 1 "Excuse me dear. Haven't I seen you on the telly? Didn't you murder that nice girl off of Eastenders?" "What?" The old lady broke me from my reverie. I had been scowling at my husband, who was openly ogling a leggy white girl. "Yes, I suppose I am. I didn't really kill her, you know." I was tempted to add, "She's not a very nice girl, in real...
ONE A thin, tearing sound like the ripping of a thousand sheets of paper grew with lightning speed to a violent roar that brought Gerry Abrams to her feet. "What the hell is that!" she exclaimed, running for the cabin door. She flung it open just in time to see the white-hot sword of fire cleave the night sky. It came down from right to left on an almost v...
I awoke to whistling wail overhead and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the scorching sunlight. Then the ground shook and the dust around me rippled in the wake of an enormous explosion, followed by a searing heat and a blinding light. I squinted against the shards of rocks and sand that pelted my face and saw the village was burning. From where I l...
Note from the Author: As ever, I would like to take a moment to thank everyone that has been reading along with Abby's adventures. All of the comments, and private messages, are really encouraging. Please don't hesitate to comment or send me a mail. I always try and respond to each of them. Once again, I want to say thank you to Garth, for taking the time...