It was the part of Wakefield Manor where I felt most at home, all green leather, polished oak and the odour of antiquity. The room was cavernous and gloomy even at noon. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with shelves that groaned under the wisdom of the ages, books far older than the manor itself. The light filtering in through the small windows,...
24 Lis hung out across the street from Nikki's apartment building for over an hour. She knew that the short haired brunette would be finishing a "matinee" as the girls called it and should be home by 4 or 5pm. A "matinee" was the term the girls used for a late lunch rendezvous with a client. Sometimes there was actually a lunch involved but most times it wa...
***I was driving home late at night recently and I saw the half-moon hanging big, fat and a little dirty-looking near the horizon. It got me to thinking of writing something nice for the 50th chapter of this. So with a little thought and a few changes, the world's on hold for couple of nights in Colorado. 0_o ----------------- Book of the Forsaken Part 5...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
Ty sat outside of the house and waited. His heart raced at the thought of what he was about to do. Murder wasn't new to him, but his victim had been an adult. He was only just realizing that he hadn't thought about the children. He was certain that Lawrence wouldn't have wanted them hurt, but what was he supposed to do with them? The idea of taking them back...
Bethany didn't write this story and that is the greatest tragedy of all. She'd earned a scholarship to UCLA for journalism and poetry, and the one short story she allowed me to read struck me as sensual, razor-sharp and pure genius. It was frighteningly angry, but also vulnerably deep. If she wrote the story you're reading now it would've been a work of art...
The water from the shower head falls steadily on the top of my head, then my face as I lift it into the stream. Monday morning, ack! I took the day off knowing that I might need time to recover from yesterday's cookout, though it looks like the time will be spent having 'the talk' with Tara. I wonder if I can take tomorrow off too! Chances are I'll still be...
The double tap on the open office doorway caught my attention. Glancing up I found Mary Richards, American Literature professor and owner of a set of the finest natural C cup breasts that I'd ever had the privilege of playing with, standing in my doorway. "How was the summer?" she asked. "Good," I answered automatically without thinking. "Had a really good...
Author's note: Warning: This story is mostly dialogue between a therapist and a patient. Many people dislike stories with a lot of dialogue, so I felt it only fitting to warn you. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy. ************************************** I fought to keep my annoyance from showing on my face. It's often a struggle to keep a professi...
I would like to thank Kalamazoo707 for all of her help with this chapter and for being a great editor. I would like to thank everyone who reads ,votes and/or comments on offerings . ******************** Andrew sadly looked at Catherine as he approached her. He looked from her and then to Amelia with tears in his eyes. "I can't kill her even if it means o...