So I'll have to ask you all to bear with me on this one. You will find that the language is quite stilted in these early sections as our character gradually awakens to allowing emotions into her life. I promise the payoff in the long run will be as big and brazen as ever, but it's going to take us time to get there. ***** Ship's log. I finally am able to...
Chapter 3: Calling Home Arthur really couldn't read the Danubian newspaper, but to pass the time before trial he started looking through the pictures. There were photographs of floods and fires as well as weather forecast graphics and comics like any other newspaper. But when Arthur found the front page it made him cringe, below the bold headline was a cri...
Edrider73 wrote two different stories called Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch 1 -Two peas in a pod & Ch 2-Balloon ( here & here ). These stories stood out not only for the solid writing and characters, but mostly for being able to garner almost universal negative reviews from virtually every commenter. I feel it is a tribute to edrider73 writing skills that he co...
Walking through the front door of her house after returning from her harrowing visit to the church, Nancy Grubbs couldn't remember ever feeling as empty inside as she did at that moment. Not even feeling the drenching layer of freezing rain that soaked her as she walked from the car, Nancy absently laid her purse down on the floor before lugging herself to t...
As they flew through the night the feeling Lucy had grew stronger. At first she thought it was simply because they were getting closer to the secret cave, but that was not it, the feeling was growing, more urgent, much more urgent. Yet still she dare not rush, she knew the risks, she had to trust Kala to get them back fast but also unobserved. Lucy just hope...
Stacy made the last adjustments to her outfit as she stood in front of the hallway mirror. In her WCU cheerleader uniform, she stood at 5' 7" with a tight white sweater that showed off her bust. She wore a white pleated skirt with that went mid-thigh on her shapely legs. Her hair was long blonde and past her shoulders. Her face was pretty and she had blue gr...
There's something about that delicious little zing you get running up your spine when you do something wrong that's hard to beat. When I was little, I waited until sundown to throw a leg over the neighbor's low fence, creep across the yard, and gently cup and twist from the branch that low-hanging, sun-ripened apple I'd watched fatten and blush all week long...
A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surround...
In the Spring of 1902 in Bisbee, Arizona everyone had a light coating of copper dust on their hats, clothes, and exposed skin. At this time, Bisbee was home to one of the largest copper mines in the world and was the biggest city between St. Louis and San Francisco. Bisbee's Queen Mine penetrated half a mile into the crust of the Earth. Over 10,000 men wor...
It felt as if I were clawing my way up through a long, dark tunnel as I fought my way back to consciousness. I hurt all over. There were needles in my arms and tubes jammed down my throat. At least I was still alive but in a panic I tried to pull the tubes out of my face. I felt two strong but gentle hands push me back into the pillow. "It's alright," a femi...