Author's Note: This story was edited by Tim413413. I thank him for his time and making me a better writer - or at least look like a better writer. Painting in autumn was a mistake. I now realized that, but it was too late to stop. The wind kept sending dead leaves into the newly-painted fence, giving it a festive look. I had to stop every few minutes to p...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years or over * Beck was treading water at the deep end, breathless with laughter. Twenty meters away on the patio, Maya dropped to a crouch, then sprang like a sprinter leaving the starting blocks. Reaching the pool’s edge she took a flying leap, hugging her knees to her chest the better to bomb he...
Amelia lay listless, a thirty-something with an old-fashion name on a beach to die for – it was reality straight from the brochure. Unbelievable really, she'd thought, as usually travel 'come-ons' are doctored in the graphics design department: sunsets being colored-enhanced to ridiculous extent, the fisherman's catch lengthened to exceed the record for th...
Living in a small town there's not much to do. Drinking and riding the strip is our way of having a good time. Occasionally a trip to the Mall may afford you an opportunity to meet a fresh face, but for the most part the people there are the people you see everyday. My sister June works at the Mall and she use to always come home telling me about the peopl...
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE "Do you think they'll be a good match Thorn?" "Baby, they're mates. There isn't any doubt they will be a good match. True mates, aren't a hit and miss thing. Look at the pack and the mated couples. Look at us. Even when on the surface it looks like a match that doesn't make sense, when you look deeper you see the perfection of it. Ge...
Thanks for all the comments and emails for the first two chapters. I hope many of the readers are interested enough to follow the story through to the end and continue to send me their thoughts." Chapter 3 16 years ago Alan sat in the classroom by himself waiting. He hated feeling anxious but he was just that. Only for her, though. He'd never feel that w...
BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY: Wes Craven: A Nightmare on Elm Street Victor Miller: Friday the 13th John Carpenter: Halloween Victor Salva: Jeepers Creepers Clive Barker: Candyman, Hellraiser CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Sean Renaud, Tessa Alexander and Miriam Belle EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -"Before reading this final chapter, I would strongly rec...
This is a two-part story. If you have not read Part 1, I would strongly urge you to do so, although this probably does stand on its own two feet. In the tale, I do not interrupt the considerable sexual action to fiddle around with condoms; just take it that I do believe in safe sex. It's a long story, nearly 20,000 words, maybe it's too long. I did think o...
Hey Guys, Apologies for the late submission, life has a knack of getting in the way sometimes. I've used some creative license for this one so kindly bear with me; all the facts may not be totally accurate. This is a work of fiction and no part of it may be copied or reproduced without the express permission of the author and a signed affidavit from the l...
"And another box gone," Jack muttered to himself, putting the heavy box aside. "Only what, a billion more boxes to go?" The silent storage unit didn't respond, but Jack nonetheless felt like the sweltering box was mocking him. It was in the mid 80s outside, a lovely summer day. But inside this metal hell the temperature was hovering in the high 90s. Jacks' s...