Chapter 21 -- Very Unexpected Visitor Friday evening before dinner, Dave assessed the progress on the reconstruction project. Several points were noteworthy. The shattered large tempered plate glass panels across the core living room where they looked out over the patio had all been replaced except right where most of the construction was going on. He could...
I lay on the cot in my cell. I could see the outline of my nipples through the thin cotton shift. Hard from the cold, and the anticipation of what was sure to come. When they had arrested me they took my clothes. Making me dress in a simple white shirt before the whole station house. The thin white cloth was nearly see-through and didn't leave a lot to the...
Seth saw the crest of the hill, which gave him the strength to push on to the top. Sweat was pouring off of him on the hot, humid August day. When he finally reached the summit, he did a small solo victory dance and leaned against a tree while he guzzled water. This was his spot. He panned the vista and caught his breath. When he had recovered from his uphi...
I was on the run, legging it, on the toe, whatever way you looked at it I was running for my life. I wasn't fleeing a crime scene, I haven't killed anyone or robbed their bank, I was running from a woman. Mignone was her name and I met her at a party that now I wished that I hadn't gone to, and with each kilometre I put between myself and her I regretted the...
Jen met Frank at a small out of the way bar. She and Mike lived where they played which made keeping things secret difficult sometimes. Jen knew there were rumors, but rumors always swirled around in marketing and in all of New York City for that matter. As long as people didn't KNOW - like, as long as there weren't pictures on Instagram - she could deal wit...
It's October! (Or it was when this posted :P) If you are new to the story, please start at Chapter 1. This story is a novel, and we are just past halfway with this post, and you don't want to miss how this weird Arachne-human relationship is developing, cause the events of last chapter definitely left some questions in a few of your minds. Just a reminder...
This is a revised edition of my original chapter... Wonderful feedback from a few valued readers made me realize the scene in the restaurant was not consistent with the continuity of the story or Patrick and Corrine's relationship. Concerns of disregard towards her hard limits were valid and very constructive. I hope the new scene pleases you as much as it p...
Eileen Hughes had to work even later than usual. She wasn't happy about it. It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. It was a fact of life for a junior associate that had only recently passed the bar. Junior associates weren't allowed a life. It was an unspoken and unwritten firm policy. She was the last one in the office when she left a little aft...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Time is not your enemy any more than breathing and your heartbeat are inconvenient* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer an...
Carey Lain looked over the trays of food set up in the dining room her long multi colored sundress running all the way down her body to her knees. The space was lit up by the sun beaming through the large windows. Carey loved the Ruhame's brunch. It was always held on the first weekend in May and to the tall brunette it signaled the official end to the cold...