Egg Chapter 1 The woods that made up Verdant Springs could be called eerie. A mix of tall old birches and pines that grew thicker the deeper on travelled off the paved paths that wove through it. Moss grew in great blankets across the ground broken by small game trails and paths. The young boy who walked down a dirt path didn't find the deep wood eerie,...
If I was a swearing person I would be forgiven for saying 'the bastard has betrayed me again!' but I don't swear, although under the circumstances I just might take it up. The reason for this came about after I'd put my reputation on the line to save my father, Pastor William Williams (name courtesy of his Welsh heritage) from the scandal involving his appe...
Many thanks to Nthusiastic for her help with editing, beta reading, and making good suggestions! ***** After a day of resting and spending time with Onsh-Velarith, and a night spent in deep blissful sleep, Isonei found herself feeling restless before breakfast. She'd gotten in the habit of waking early in Torga and had already washed and soaked. Dressed...
I was born in a small town in England in 1975, to a very Christian family. My father was the vicar in a local parish, and my mother stayed at home to look after me, my older sister and younger brother. They were strict, especially as my sister and I grew older and boys started taking an interest in us. We weren't allowed out late, we couldn't drink, and we w...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 12: A Birthday Treat A Paul and Jenny story. By Paul. (Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.) All events and characters are fictitious. Click Here to listen to Chapter 1. Click Here to listen to Chapter 2. Click Here to listen to Chapter 3. Chapter 1. I sat at my desk in the attic. An economics textbook open befor...
Naomi woke to the quiet sound of Rihanna's "Umbrella" she knew that was Freddie calling her cell phone, oh no she thought she didn't want a lecture this early, she turned to see that it was 7:00 am, she and Doug had been up a good portion of the night making love and sleeping in between. She looked over at him laid on his side facing her snoring lightly, his...
That moment when you realize you have sat, poised to write, for the better part of the night and not written a word. That terribly dreadful moment when you must slice meaty chunks from your emotion torn heart and let them come to lay up a blank page to be inspected like so much butcher shop meat. When tears darken the paper more than ink. It's funny...when...
"How did you come to be with Ms. Ward?" I asked. Renee looked at me a minute as we sat on her bed. Then began to answer. "I had always felt different growing up. I was born Raymond Phillips, the second son to John and Carol Phillips, in Philadelphia. My parents weren't rich and we lived in a blue collar neighborhood." "My brother John was older then me b...
This is not my typical story. But then, this story did not come about in a typical way. I normally see a story in my mind, flesh it out as it plays through my mind several times, and then write it out. This story would not do that. It remained jumbled and kept going down what were apparently dead ends. Then I realized that what I was seeing in my mind was t...
Author's note: All participants are 18 years or older. ***** "Father?" "Aye?" "In the land of pharaohs, the blood stays in the family..." "Aye, brothers wed sisters..." "Fathers and daughters too..." He looked at her for a moment, taking her meaning as she stared back at him, defiant, not quailing under his hard gaze as most of his subjects were wont...