This is a fictional Account. *********************************** Author's Note: Thanks to all of you that have sent me very positive comments on this series. Here is the sixth of ten. I apologize for the time between posting chapters. These need a bit of editing before I post them and then they take a few days to be approved. I will try to keep them coming...
The two-story house was typical to most houses in Southern California, covered in stucco with a few areas of fake looking stone to make it look slightly different than the neighbors. I stepped onto the front porch and knocked on the front door. No one answered right away but I could hear music and laughter inside so I knew they were here: They being my oldes...
I was bored. That's my excuse. I was bored. My name is Kendra Wilson and this is a story about how boredom, listlessness and depression can make you do some pretty crazy things. First, a little background. I'm supposed to be a college freshman, like most girls my age. In fact, I was – for a few months. But life doesn't always work out the way you want it...
I sat out on my back porch watching my children play with the little girl next door. I felt happy, I had just moved back into the neighborhood were I grew up in, and being back in a place where I had a lot of happy times in surround me in a cloud of joy. My children and I had just gotten back from a walk were I had showed them the house that I lived in and t...
[Consequences are the results of actions taken or not taken. They can be intended or unintended. This story is about both kinds. I hope you enjoy this story. If the response is such that a follow-up is wanted, it will be submitted. Your votes and comments will determine if there is a follow-up.] * On April tenth my Dad died in his sleep. He was sixty-four....
The old farm house sat on top of a hill secluded from the nearest road about a half mile away. The old winding dirt driveway was lined with mature oak trees that were planted more than one hundred and fifty years ago. It had been a farm a long time ago and now it was home to George and his wife Lisa. They had moved to the old house two years ago when they w...
My thanks go to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for proofreading and editing this tale of woe. Not that it will be perfect; I fiddle about with tales far too much for that to happen. As is usual after posting my shorter stories, I'm continually receiving requests from readers wanting to know more about the characters in the tale and what happened to them late...
I got up to go to the bathroom and I noticed that the bedside clock read 3:15. The light from the full moon was coming in the window and it showed her long blond hair fanned out across the pillow. She had kicked the sheet off and the little dangly thing that was pierced in her skin at the navel reflected the light of the moon across her flat stomach as if fr...
My name is Allen Culbertson and my wife is named Crys. We have been married for twelve years that I can honestly say we have been very happy. I work at a major manufacturing company as the department manager in their mechanical engineering department and Chris is a demographic analyst for an advertising agency. We have no children yet. But today, I have a pr...
Synopsis: Mistaken Identity is about a woman who finds inner strength being someone else, but may be the fool in the end for her deceit. Author's Note: I started Mistaken Identity from a wedding prompt given by my writing buddy LaDonna in her Yahoo group called Too Sexy For You Writers. The prompt had to contain a sex scene and a wedding scene. I produ...