The only day Renée broke her routine she had a friend, for the first time he'd seen since he'd learned of her. Her companion was a boyish thing, about Renée's age but a couple of inches shorter. They both carried towels and wore only water-wear—the girl's a white string two-piece, her friend's a red leotard with a blue diagonal stripe. The Filthy Hermit saw...
Deanna walked by Trixie, who was sitting in the rec room, playing with her phone. Trixie looked up at Deanna, and smirked. Deanna was enraged. My stepdaughter is a little bitch, she thought. Trixie was a 20 year old college dropout, and as lazy as sin. Many times in the past Trixie had been the victim of Deanna's acerbic tongue. Deanna, who had worked for...
Grey skies, light thunder and the cool breeze with drizzle over the city. It was a perfect evening to cozy up sip on some hot cocoa. I was on my way to pick up my girlfriend from her work. She was excited to make me meet her new friend who had just joined their company, maybe a few days ago. Georgia was really happy about her new friend and I was enough happ...
Do I really have to go in there? Lana thought as she stared at what had been a manhole once. Something that had come before her though had turned it into a regular hole. The only evidence of what it had been was steel manhole cover that had been flung halfway through a Buick as whatever it was broadened the entrance to accommodate its girth. Whatever that t...
(Authors note: The story is now open to the public. Feel free to write anywhere you like. Long as it doesn’t overwrite an existing branch. Wish another branch, wish another arch, the choice is yours) It’s just any other ordinary day at the office, when the world falls into a simple mans lap. That man is you, Jack Miles. Working at a small two story office co...
The alarm clock was going off way too early, and I struggled to find the snooze button. By the time I found it, it was too late; I was awake. I hated most mornings, and this one was no different. I'm not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. But the internal struggle to get out of bed that morning seemed much more difficult. For starters, it...
They say there is a fine line between the emotions of love and hate. Supposedly it's even documented that a person can swing back and forth and at times experience both emotions at the exact same time. Up until six months ago I would have said that was impossible, but no longer. Right now there is a damn war going on in my head. I'm going from loving to hat...
This is the second of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the first chapter before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story. Over the next week, Don kept waiting for Bridget to bring the idea of being with a woman up again. But she didn't. She also turned down watch...
It was a cold and gray November day and I was standing in a vacant lot in Chicago, the damp wind chilling me to the bone as I took in my surroundings. Small chunks of burnt wood and soot-stained dry wall combined with bits of broken glass to litter the ground while little bits of lightweight trash skipped through the lot, pushed by the incessant wind. I...
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE The women had returned from their shopping trip in time for a lunch-time conference. Thorn had contacted a team to send in to the situation Kate and Aaron were in. The team, all pack members, consisted of two ex-military, a witch, and a paramedic. They would meet with Kate and Aaron in a few hours. There was a high expectation the shit...