For those who've read my other stories, Shannon's back; this is a prequel of sorts. And if you're new to my work, welcome! Hope you enjoy. * * * I was hesitant about whether I should talk to her about this. I mean, the school has a mentorship program for a reason: you're supposed to be able to talk to your mentor about anything, anything at all, and they'r...
PROLOGUE The lights in the dungeon were dim, but the acrylic cane She whipped through the air was black light reactive, creating a fearful streak of light through the air an instant before the inside of my right thigh seared with pain. The sound of my sudden gasp could not block out the snap from skilled administration of a punishment stroke. I felt I had b...
(The author welcomes comment via the CONTACT tab on his profile.) My name is Bill. I'm just out of high school, and still living at home. I had decided to take a year off before I went to college. I was tired of studying, and being the best diver on our swimming team had been a lot of pressure. I hadn't had time for much dating, and I was looking forward t...
Chapter 3 concluded with Will trying to watch a basketball game and Gwen bouncing up and down on him instead. -------------------------------------------- Monday morning arrived all too early. I stretched and groaned and tried to move a few more muscles and each effort resulted in a few more groans. Eventually I realized that the little Princess was watch...
Some opening remarks: First, thanks to Harry R for so diligently proofing this story. Second, I want to express regret regarding the short story 'Just One of The Things'. It was a 4:00 a.m. dark of the night thing. One commenter's admonition was especially poignant. He reminded me many LW readers are suffering from unhappy break ups, and my story was exces...
Notes from the author: Hello again everyone. For this story, I will return to a contemporary setting; I hope you enjoy this office romance and wish you both a pleasant and exciting read. * 1. The Cancelled Game "Louis, que paso?" Upon hearing that lament, Louis-Charles Leclerc swiveled on his chair, away from his Excel spreadsheet and now facing the brood...
This is a little work of fantasy about a waitress at a local restaurant that I see all the time. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to all the readers who helped edit this for me! THERE SHE WAS Every Thursday afternoon, just like clock-work she was there; not that I was anticipating it or anything. Walking through the double glass doors of Panera, in between the adver...
I hadn't thrown a temper-tantrum in over thirty years. Yet one little word had sparked that rebellious nature I was sure I had outgrown. "I'm sorry, Becca. It's just not possible. That's the last I'm going to say about this." I opened my mouth but clamped it shut again when Malcolm tilted his head down and shook it once. I wanted to whine, "But why?" And h...
There is no sex in this chapter. Chapter 12 Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. The scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time...
"Ella, I can't thank you enough for this." "You don't need to thank me. You're my brother, and I'm their aunt." She waited for a moment then said, "And I loved Diane like my own sister." Her brother looked over at her as they drove home from the airport and said, "And she loved you, too. And as I said, you can have her car. No charge. It's just my way of...