A/N: Hey guys! Once again thank you for all the feedback and the love I've been getting! I finished Ch 3 ahead of schedule actually so now I get to devote my time to working on chapter 4. I'm hoping you all enjoy this chapter and that it's longer. Also be warned that any and all Italian words and phrases are coming from google translate, so if you actually s...
Overcast and autumn air. I breathe deep, leaning on the stone bridge that holds me high over the canal. Wood-smoke scents waft across the river. Cloudy days like these let me look with wide eyes over the city vistas. My melancholy ghost puts his hand on mine. His touch has no flesh, no blood, no heat... but it is still his touch. I smile, keeping my gaze no...
His rod dipped and swayed as he cast it, trying valiantly to trick the fish into submission. She sat on the bank, her sketchpad and pens long forgotten as she watched the delicate movements he created: a rhythmical dance with his rod. His brow had a slight sheen on it and she could feel her shoulders getting even darker than her natural rosy brown color. Str...
I'm not sure if I will write a follow up to this story. But consider this tit-bit an apology for leaving you all hanging with 'becoming a good girl' for almost a year. I hope you enjoy. Xxxx I have been in Berlin for Many weeks now. But I have seen very little of the grand sights that the pamphlets and travel agents and air hostesses promised. It's been...
Chris's eyelids felt heavy as he tried to open them. The same could be said of limbs. The world around him seemed to be fading away. His senses dulled but he could still make out murmurs of a conversation that was going on in the room. "Get her in the chair and into the van quickly. The effects of the serum only last a few hours. We need to get her under se...
What is the Kindest Thing a Person Has Done for You? I was recently on a flight from San Juan to Fort Lauderdale and, to help pass the time, I looked through the airline's monthly magazine. Hidden between all the restaurant advertisements and enticing photos of destinations that we must all visit, there was an interesting little article titled "Helping Hand...
Season One, cont. The days started to melt together after that. Episode One went by, then Two, then Three and I began to notice the difference in the actors. Michelle and Thea tended to order for each other, like an old married couple sans the arguments. Guest stars came and went and most were kind, thanking me for the gourmet food and praising my recipes....
She put her foot up against the lifeless body on the ground below her, and with a grunt she yanked her sword out and turned to face me. Stricken by panic, I froze for a moment, watching her start towards me. Though she was covered mostly by simple strips of leather, the fearlessness on her face told me that this humble farmer wouldn't stand a chance. I scram...
It was a warm Tuesday morning in September 1881 when Jared Brewster pulled in the reins to stop the buckboard. He was neither young nor old, neither tall nor short; but he was a man to be reckoned with. Lean and solid, iron hard body, calloused hands, face creased and burnt from long days on the range, a good shot with a rifle or pistol. Beside him was his w...
She sat there in her cubicle in the dimly lit office. How did they talk her into coming into work on another Saturday?! She was tired of being there. She sulked as she looked down at the to-do-list on her desk. She smoothed her long brown hair off of her face and took a deep breath. She knew the boss would be coming back by Sunday so she had to get as mu...