Anna was waiting on the front porch of the bed and breakfast when He arrived nearly 2 hours before dawn. She had been up since 4:00 a.m. preparing, and even begged the use of the owner’s kitchen. Anna walked to the car carrying a large picnic basket as He came around to the passenger side to meet her. She was wearing a jersey knit sundress, sleeveless. It fl...
Copyright Aurora Black, March 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Author's Note: Although I am not eligible for this contest, I...
Chapter Three: Dreaming After another week in the hospital I went home and back to work. They were told I was in a car accident and Adrian signed off on it. Mustn't tell the normal people what's really going on. Azrael left me alone; I didn't feel him anywhere in my small town. I did search too. The snow had melted and things went back to like they always w...
[This story is much darker and more plot-driven than my other ones. This first chapter is mostly scene-setting; later chapters will have a lot more action (both sexual and violent). Warning: there is both incest and gory violence in this story, although not at the same time. All characters involved in sexual situations are aged 18 or over.] The sky was dar...
Bridgett was a single woman in her forties, tall and average looking; not one to stand out in a crowd, yet pretty in her own way. The chestnut hue of her hair with just a hint of auburn accentuated her mysterious lens-covered green eyes. Being a bit on the thick side she was never model material, but then again she never wanted to be and was happy with her a...
Part IV Chapter 25 ____________________________________ Bullitt's Israeli handlers, the 'Kildares,' showed up at the Hyatt a little after four in the morning, and they came to the hide-out room as the bearers of bad news. "Callahan, you really stirred up a shit-storm last night. Not only are Escobar's people out looking for you, the Threlkis mob is too....
It was a typical chilly morning in the small town in Michigan's upper peninsula. Tom glanced at his watch as he starred out the window enjoying the morning sun razing over the horizon. He finally heard the click of the bathroom door opening and the sweet smell of Chantal's perfume flowing into the room. "Honey? Could you please bring me my sweater for me pl...
“When I move you move, just like that….” “Yeah, I like it when you move…just like that. It’s the wiggle, really.” And I smile in memory. It’s what I think of, laying here next to you, watching you sleep. I’ve been awake for hours it seems, as the sun has finally peaked out over the horizon, the faint light growing brighter and more golden as it climbs hig...
After a quiet night of slumber Jack Ramse was up before the dawn. Leaving the shelter of a rundown Tuna Boat called Heaven's to Betsy. Within it he found bound letters to a long lost lover left by a crew member. He decided to respect the Writers privacy and leave them intact. That and in opening them he knew his heart would find more thoughts on both Ruby Go...
There is something slightly distasteful about waking up still drunk. Especially if, on waking, you find yourself on the floor, leaning against the sofa at a back-breaking angle, with the lights of Laguna Beach at the bottom of the hill winking in the wee small hours. Even more so when you realise you must have fallen asleep (or passed out) when there were st...